The Undisputed Champions of Texas, Part 31

The infamous warehouse where all the trouble had begun was quiet.  This time, however, there was a boxing ring set up in the center.

David “Davy Boy” Berkowitz once again found himself back in the ring.  He was nineteen, lean, mean, and muscular.  His nose was perfect and his hair was close shaved.  A single spotlight shined down on him from the rafters.

Champ was not yet aware that he was his younger self again.  He slowly opened his eyes as if coming out of a very deep dream.  He heard the singing first.  A disembodied voice that crooned hauntingly from somewhere in the darkness to the tune of Danny Boy…

Davy Boy, oh, Davy Boy

The right, the rights,

Are punching…

The singing snapped Champ out of his daze.  He immediately became aware of his surroundings and the body in which he inhabited.

“Not again!”  He shouted and immediately felt for this nose.  Even with the boxing gloves on, he could sense that his nose was undamaged.  For some reason, this really pissed him off.

“Benny!  Is that you singing?” he demanded as he danced in the middle of the ring.  “I’m not putting up with this crap again.  Come out and explain yourself.”

There was no response.  In fact, there was total silence.  The singing had stopped.

Champ peered into the darkness, but all he could see was black.

fiction, mystery, crime, Modern Philosopher“Benny, if you’re out there, you’d better show yourself.  If this is another near death experience, I think I’m ready to just give up the fight and walk towards the light.  Where are the angels?”

This time, however, there was an answer.

“Champ!  Help us!”

It was a familiar female voice from somewhere to his right.  Suddenly, the lights went on in that part of the warehouse.  The fancy sports car was parked there.  Tex struggled to open the door as three armed men ran towards him.

Aspen, in her old school Art Girl costume, stood in front of the car and waved frantically towards the boxing ring.

“Champ, please help us!”

Champ didn’t hesitate.  With his young, athletic body, he was able to adroitly maneuver through the ropes and out of the ring.  He sprinted to the car.

“Aspen, is that you?” he asked the figure in the oversized hoodie and mask.

Aspen removed the hood.  “You know it’s me.  You’ve always known.”

Champ stared at her in confusion, like there was something familiar about the masked version of his friend that he couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t mean to interrupt whatever this is that’s going on between you,” Tex interrupted, “but could you give me a hand while I try to force open the door of this expensive car?”

Champ turned his attention to Tex, who then nodded towards the three armed men who were quickly closing ground.

“I’ve got this,” Champ assured them.

The young prizefighter did not even hesitate.  It was like he had trained precisely for this moment.  He dropped the first man with a vicious right hook.  The second man fell victim to a rapid fire three punch combo to the chest.  The third man tried to shoot Champ, but he never saw the left hook that left him unconscious and bleeding on the warehouse floor.

“You saved us!” Aspen cheered and ran over to give Champ a hug.

“Way to go, buddy!” Tex exclaimed and then finally solved the riddle of the car’s locked door.

“What’s happening?” Champ asked.  “I don’t understand what I’m doing back here and how you could possibly be here at the same time.”

“Don’t overthink it,” Aspen advised.

She sat down, removed her case of chalk from her backpack, and began to draw something on the ground mere inches from where the three men lay sprawled.

“You didn’t let us go into this alone, and that’s all that matters,” Tex explained as he gave the much younger version of his friend a pat on his muscular shoulder.

“But what do I do now?” Champ asked in confusion.  “I can’t be this version of me and exist in the same world as the two of you.”

Aspen looked up from her drawing.  She had pulled the hood over her head again, so she was in all her full Art Girl glory.

“Run and tell the angels that everything’s alright,” she suggested.

Tex nodded in agreement.

Champ did his best to scratch the top of his head with his gloved hand.  “What angels, though?  I keep hearing about angels, but I never see any.”

“You could start with the one over there,” Aspen advised and pointed to the other side of the warehouse with her piece of chalk.

A spotlight magically turned on to illuminate a solitary figure in the distance.

“Run and tell the angels that everything’s alright,” Tex urged him with a wink and a tip of his cowboy hat.

Confused, but without a better plan, Champ sprinted across the warehouse towards the light.

serial, humor, Modern PhilosopherHe slowed down as he got closer to the light because he was afraid of what he saw.  The figure had its back to him, but Champ could see the long white robe and the immense wings.

He looked for a halo and harp, but neither was evident.  Even so, Champ was certain that this was one of the angels in question.

“Hello?” he asked with trepidation.

The figure slowly turned to face him.  The spotlight shining down became even more intense until the entire warehouse was filled with a blinding white light.

“It is so good to see you again, my friend.”

The voice was familiar, but Champ couldn’t see anything, so he couldn’t quite place it.

“The light…” Champ muttered.

“Sorry about that.”

The figure opened its mighty wings, which protected Champ from the light.

“It’s you…” Champ mumbled in disbelief when his eyes had finally adjusted again.  “It is you, isn’t it?”

The figure smiled.

“Yes, Champ, it’s Charlie.”

Champ had become dear friends with Charlie White in the months leading up to the man’s death.  Not only had Champ taught him how to play chess, but he had also kept his promise to make sure that his friend had a final resting place.

“I never had a chance to thank you,” Charlie explained as his angelic face glowed in a warm smile.  “Because of you, I wasn’t buried in an unmarked grave in a pauper’s field.  Now I can enjoy my eternal rest and for that, I am, for lack of a better term, eternally grateful.”

Champ’s cackle echoed through the empty warehouse.

“I was my honor to grant your dying wish,” Champ confessed.

“Thank you for finding the right detective to trust with my secret,” Charlie added.  “The wrong one might have insisted I be dug up and reburied quite unceremoniously.”

Champ smiled.  “Detective Bruno and Wally are alright.  They’ll keep your secret.”

“Thank you,” Charlie gushed.  “You’re looking good by the way.  Have you had some work done since I died?”

Once again, Champ’s cackle echoed through the empty structure.

“I suppose I have you to thank for this,” he said as he motioned at his lean, mean form.

Charlie smiled.  “There is a higher power at work.  I am merely an angel who requested the opportunity to thank my hero.”

Champ waved him off with his right hand.

“I was just an everyday guy happy to help his friend deal with a daunting situation,” Champ explained.  “I don’t suppose you’re here to do the same.  Have you come to guide me to the light so I can join you in the great beyond?”

Charlie shook his head.  “It is not your time, my friend.  When it comes, however, I promise to be there to ease you into it as you did for me.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Champ agreed.  “So I take it this is the last time I get to run around in this athletic, young body?”

“For now,” Charlie confirmed.   “Go back to your friends.  They need you.”

Champ nodded.  “Goodbye, Charlie.  I’m sorry I wasn’t there for your final moments.”

Champ had regretted that he wasn’t present when Charlie had died, and he still carried that guilt with him all these months later.

“But you were there when I needed you the most,” Charlie reminded him.

Champ smiled.  He took one last look at his friend the angel, and then turned to walk back towards where he’d left Aspen and Tex.

He couldn’t wait to tell them about meeting Charlie, but wondered if they would believe him or write it off to the ramblings of an old man who’d been punched in the head one time too many.

As he walked away, an angelic voice serenaded him…

There goes my hero

Watch him as he goes

There goes my hero

He’s ordinary…


Champ woke up in his hospital bed with a huge smile on his face.  He didn’t check to make sure he was old again, that his hair was long and wild, and that his nose was mashed to a pulp.

He knew all was right with the world.  All he wanted was to be reunited with Tex and Aspen.

He pushed the button to summon a nurse.


About Austin

Native New Yorker who's fled to the quiet life in Maine. I write movies, root for the Yankees, and shovel lots of snow.
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19 Responses to The Undisputed Champions of Texas, Part 31

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Oh, I love this, Austin!! I got a little misty-eyed at Charlie’s cameo, and that Champ got to say his final goodbye. I’m so glad Champ is going to be okay!!

    • Austin says:

      I’m glad you liked it. I keep worrying that the second book has all the good stuff that should be in the first one.

      Then again, there couldn’t be the second book without everything established in book one.

      I still might need to go back and make the first book better. I’m not sure what I would add, but perhaps a better link to the two cases?

      • kristianw84 says:

        We spoke briefly about this, but I’m not sure there is anything that would make the first book better. I know you think my bias is showing, but I think the two cases link perfectly. You even tie in a bit of Bruno’s past to the opening bank robbery scene. We see Bruno’s mastermind at work in the very beginning, know he has a past he feels he needs to tip the karmic scales on and sends a monthly check to do so. We see his extraordinary observation skills with the Rav-4 before he enters the bank. We meet all the characters in the first book, and every single character teaches us something about Bruno’s personality by how he interacts with them. Corpse flows easily into Santa with your typical use of humor and twists, and I just know an agent is going to stumble upon this goldmine of a story and pick it up. How could they not?

        All of that to say, you are the author, and I support any decision you make, but as a reader, and one of your super fans, I love the story as is!

      • Austin says:

        Thank you for a very reassuring reply. I’m just getting nervous and doubting my work because I’m not getting any responses to my query letters.

        I think it’s fun to mix two cases into one book. I’m always disappointed when a book ends just because they solve the case. I always want to know what happens next.

        In this case, an annoying neighbor corners you on your day off and guilts you into taking on another case… 🙂

      • kristianw84 says:

        I can imagine it’s very discouraging, but remember, some of today’s best-selling authors received hundreds of rejections before their first acceptance letter. It’s kinda like baseball. The best batters still strike out more than they hit, and they are considered amazing. You’re an amazing writer, and I wholeheartedly believe your acceptance letter is coming!!

      • kristianw84 says:

        I agree with you wanting to know how the story continues after the case is solved, by the way. Really good stories do that, and I love how you clue your readers into all those little back and side character stories!

      • Austin says:

        That’s why I thought it would be fun to put two cases in the first novel. Now you know that Wally and Bruno continue to work together, and we see how a simple favor for a neighbor turns into a major case that almost gets Wally killed…

      • kristianw84 says:

        That’s one of my favorite things about your writing. Sometimes, things are exactly as they seem. Other times, nothing is as it seems!

      • Austin says:

        A lot of the time, cool ideas come to me long after the fact, and I figure out how to make a minor character or event much more important. I really enjoy doing that…

      • kristianw84 says:

        I’ve noticed that’s a common theme with you! Like how Aspen wasn’t even going to be a character, but now this is pretty much her story! I love that, too! It’s so great because it opens up so much potential for future stories with side characters taking the spotlight. It’s genius!!

      • Austin says:

        That’s why I can’t outline. The best ideas come to me out of the blue…

      • kristianw84 says:

        I’m the same way. It’s always random.

  2. WebbBlogs says:

    Oh my gosh I really really enjoyed this. I actually caught myself smiling as I was reading it. I felt kind of silly sitting in my room by myself reading and smiling but that just shows what an amazing writer you are. 😁😁

    • Austin says:

      Thank you! I’ve written a Prologue for the novel, which I didn’t post on the blog. In that prologue an unknown narrator talks about the time she saw a homeless guy burying a corpse in the cemetery.

      After this chapter, we now have a further clue that Aspen was the narrator, and what she witnessed was Champ helping Charlie find eternal rest…

  3. beth says:

    love how it all tied together and the song parody at the beginning

    • Austin says:

      Thanks, Beth. Foo Fighters have been an influence on this one, and I’ve already come up with a Foo Fighters related title for the novel.

      As for Danny Boy, it was always in my head after I decided to hang the Davy Boy nickname on Young Champ. 🙂

  4. markbialczak says:

    This is very interesting writing, Austin.

    • Austin says:

      Thanks, Mark. Wally had established that the doctors had heavily sedated Champ in hopes of getting him to relax. It seemed fitting that while that deep under, he would go on one last amazing journey through his mind…

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