“Yes!” I yell out.
“Are you ready?” the ref asks Wade, getting the same response I gave.
The ref stands there for a moment, letting it build then says as his hand comes down, “Let’s do it boys!”
No more excuses!
I charge across the cage to meet him in the middle, two fucking huge men set to do bloody work. I half expected this. He has been saying how I am too slow to do much when I get charged.
My right hand streaks out across the small divide to catch him on the side of chin.
It’s a fucking beautiful fist if I do say so myself. It connects so solidly that my hand feels the vibrations all the way up my shoulder.
Then he drops down to his knees, his eyes rolling back into his head.
Shit.
I dive down after him as I keep swinging, but it’s not even necessary. My body is plowed into by the ref as he defends the clearly knocked out man on the mat.
What the fuck? This isn’t how this should have gone!
Looking down, I shout, “No, get the fuck up, Wade. We got rounds to go!”
No use really, though, the motherfucker is out cold.
The crowd is stunned in the seats. I hear nothing from them or my side of the cage. It’s like the whole world is pausing for us three men in the ring. Well, fuck!
“Fuck!” I yell out.
“Way to go, baby!” Grace screams right as the crowd roars that their bloodlust is not sated.
They wanted a war. They got a bitch falling to his knees from a single punch.
Walking over to my side of the cage, the ring is opened up as people file in. Some to make sure Wade is okay, and the rest are officials and the president to give an interview with me. Chase, Brett and Dale walk into the cage to congratulate me.
“Way to go man!” Chase laughs and I just frown.
“That’s bullshit! What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I was all set for a fucking war.”
Leave it to Dale to ruin it all even further. “Don’t worry, cupcake, tomorrow we start training for your next fight. And since you decided to complain, I got something special for ya.”
Shit.
They get me before the camera right as I am giving the stink eye to Dale.
Changing my focus I look at the camera.
“What a way to have a fight! What are your thoughts, Bear?”
“It was kinda anti-climactic…” I grumble because it sure as fuck was.
Thankfully the interview is quick just like the fight and they let me say something before they turn it over to the commentators.
“This one was for my girls, Grace and Hope, and for one special lady. Krissy, this is for you! Show the world how hard you can fight, because I am in your corner!”
Pulling away from the crowd, I walk out of the cage and head towards the wall where Grace is standing there, screaming her heart out for me. Her cheeks are red from how loud she is, but she is so beautiful to me. Pulling her over the wall, I wrap my arm around her waist as we walk back to the curtains.
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