Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter : Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl! (An MMA Fight by P.T. Macias (distant reading TXT) 📕

Thirteen

Dior

I walk into the hotel room, looking around the room.

Yeah, it’s a decent size room; at least I don’t have to share it with Parris.

William, Parris, Mama, and Father are here for the fight. I’m happy that my family likes Spencer.

I grab my cell to text Spencer to let him know that I’m here. I know that he’s training, but I hope I can see him.

Dior – Spency, I’m here at the hotel.

I chew my lower lip, walking to the window to look at the strip. I hope that we get time alone so we can enjoy Vegas together.

My cell beeps: I slide my finger over the screen to see the message.

Spencer – Fuckingtastic! I’ll let you know when I’m free.

Dior – Okay, will that be a while?

Spencer – About an hour.

Dior – Okay, can’t wait.

Spencer – xoxo

Dior – xoxox

Fourteen

Spencer

I look at the wall in the small room assigned to me for the fight. I’m ready, gloves on, and waiting to be escorted to the cage.

A couple of minutes later, the door opens, Rock walks inside, nodding.

“Ready,” Rock asks, looking at me.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding.

“You got this. Let’s go rumble,” Rock growls, opening the door.

I walk behind him, and Ash and X fall right behind at my sides. It feels good to have them at my back.

The music is loud; it gets me hyped. I’m ready and psyched for the fight. The crowd shouts; it’s deafening. I walk to my corner, and I see Diorzella in the front row next to me. Dior blows me a kiss and gives me a huge smile.

Her family is sitting next to her, nodding at me.

Fuck!

I love that woman.

The referee is in the cage, and I walk in, and so does my opponent Brute. He’s a mean motherfucker and the current champion.

I stare at Brute, and he fucking stares back. I know that he’s not listening to the referee; I can see it in his eyes.

We tap our gloves, and the bell rings.

It’s showtime!

I stare at Brute bounce side to side, waiting for the moment to knock me out.

I know his game.

That’s all he does, knock out his opponent.

But I’m ready; that’s not going to happen.

I block his swing and move to the right to avoid the round kick.

Motherfucker!

I do some jabs to the right and left, connecting to his side. I’m going to fucking to tire him out.

Brute twists to the side when my jab impacted his liver. I move in, doing a round kick, knocking him to the ground. I pounce on him, taking him into a choke.

Brute is strong; he twists and uses his strong legs to push me off.

Motherfucker is strong, but so am I. I’m going to have to knock the fucker out.

I advance at him because I’m tired of pussyfooting around. I start to do some jabs to his sides to get him to focus on blocking me. I’m going for his fucking mug.

Brute jabs into my side and does another round kick.

I manage to move out of his way, and I take that opportunity to do a round kick to his side.

Brute moves a little slower, but he’s still focusing.

I do a few jabs, hitting him in the side. I know that I’m breaking him down; his arms are not blocking his mug.

Brute connects a couple of jabs to my side.

Fuck!

Brute does another round kick trying to gets me on the mat.

I move out of the way, ready when he turns around.

I’m going for it.

I manage to connect with his mug, three hard quick jabs, knocking him out.

Brute is on the mat, looking at the lights.

The referee is counter, and the crowd is yelling.

Brute tries to get up, rolling over onto his stomach. He pushes up, then his arms give way, falling onto his mug.

The crowd goes wild!

I won!

Fifteen

Dior

Oh my god!

He won!

I’m so proud of him.

I walk down the hallway to get to my room to freshen up. I’m so excited because I know that Spency worked hard for this.

I stop at the end of the hall, next to the turn. I pull out my card from my purse, and I slide it through the card reader to open my door.

It clicks, and I open the door.

“What the . . . . fuck,” I shout; the air rushes out of my lungs as I fall forward from the fucking shove,  extending my arms in front of me to break fall.

I hear the door close, and I turn onto my ass to see who in the hell is attacking.

“Hello, Darling,” Roger growls, locking the door.

“Motherfucker, what the hell do you want,” I yell, glaring at the bastard.

He’s a handsome man, that’s one reason that I agree to date him, but he’s a cruel motherfucker.

I don’t like the look in his eyes; I can’t fucking stand that look. He makes me feel dirty, and I know what he wants to do to me.

Not happening.

I can’t stand his touch.

“Now, Darling, that’s no way to talk to your man. You do know that I’m your man because I took your virginity; I made you my woman. I’m taking you home with me tonight,” Roger growls, taking off his dark gray suit jacket.

I thought he was all that and a bag of chips, but damn, looks are deceiving. I thought he was my prince charming, but no. He’s a cheater, and when I confronted the asshole, he laughed. I went