An MMA Champion Kicked a Black Man’s Car to Provoke Him — 5 Minutes Later, He Begged for Forgiveness
Chapter 8
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He walked to Darius's open tool chest and looked down at the contents. Then he looked at Darius. "All this stuff yours?"Darius's eyes went to the tool chest. "Don't touch that."Brent raised his eyebrows at the camera.There it is, his expression said.Finally, something. He reached down, gripped the handle on the side of the chest, and rocked it.Darius moved toward it—not fast, not panicked, but directly—and Brent used the movement to cut in front of him."See?" Brent said to Tyler. "He was about to swing on me. Did you get that?""I wasn't about to swing on you," Darius said. He positioned himself between Brent and the chest. His voice had not changed; it was the voice of a man who had decided on a specific approach and was executing it with discipline. "I'm protecting my property. You've already damaged my vehicle. You are not going to touch my tools."Brent laughed. He turned back to the chest, and this time he put his boot into the lower panel with a short kick. Not the full-force strike he'd used on the van door, but enough to rock it sideways. The top shelf slid. A digital torque-angle gauge bounced off the edge and hit the asphalt; plastic cracked along the display face.Darius stopped. He stood completely still for three seconds. Anyone watching closely enough would have seen his left hand close slowly and then release.He crouched, picked up the gauge, and looked at the cracked display. He set it carefully on the closed upper lid of the second chest. Then he turned to a young woman in a yellow volunteer shirt who had been standing near the fence for the past several minutes, her eyes moving between the two men with the uncertain expression of someone waiting for an adult to arrive."Can you find Pauline Garrett?" Darius said. "Tell her I need her at the staging area."The volunteer looked briefly at Brent, then back at Darius, and walked quickly toward the main entrance."Running to get help." Brent shook his head slowly at the camera. His count now showed 340 viewers; the comments were moving fast. "This is the guy, folks. This is the energy. I say something he doesn't like, and he sends someone to get the teacher."Darius did not respond to that. He stepped back to the F-250 and began checking the belt tension a second time—not because it needed re-checking, but because he was not going to stand in a posture that looked like waiting to fight. He kept his body angled slightly so that the dented door of his van and the cracked gauge were both visible behind him.