Devon walked into the dressing room with a grin on his face as he took his previous seat.
"Why are you smiling like an idiot?" Flint looked at him with a frown before asking, "didn't you lose?"
"It ain't always about winning," Devon replied with a chuckle.
Flint raised a brow before shaking his head, "you've gone mad after you had your ass handed to you."
"Forget it, you ain't gonna see my point anyway," Devon said with a smile, "it's too high up for you."
It took Flint a while to understand that his height was being made fun of...again.
He moved away from the wall he was leaning on and walked towards the sitting Devon before muttering, "you wanna go?"
"Nah," Devon raised both hands, "I ain't gonna fight someone that looks like my little brother."
Flint's frown got darker, and he very much wanted to punch the locs off Devon's head, but now wasn't the time.
Besides, he still had a match in a few minutes, he couldn't waste his energy on someone that lost to a girl.
