Chapter One
Larson ducked as the massive hand came right at his face. He moved left, then right. Swinging his own fist out, he connected with the muscular abdomen of his opponent, feeling strength when the other man grunted in pain and stumbled back. The MMA fight was currently being held in the stadium of the Convention Center, and was packed full of spectators. The smell of sweat, blood, and aggression quickly filled the arena as the fight progressed.
Larson swung out left, connected with the guy’s jaw, and heard the sound of bone cracking. The fighter stumbled back, blood spilling out of his mouth and nose. The other fighter turned his head and spit out a mouthful of the red, viscous fluid, wiped the back of his hand over his lips and nose, and focused on Larson again. Larson saw his wife in the crowd, her hands by her lips and worry on her face. He hated that Melanie came to the fights, but she insisted on showing her support, and how could he get upset about that? They may have only been married for a year, but he’d known her for the last decade, saw her as the woman for him, and would do anything for her.
He brought his focus back to the fighter, put his personal life and Melanie in the back of his mind, and rolled his head around his neck. Before the other fighter was fully righted Larson was on him, wrapping his arms around his neck in a hug, and trying to take him down. He reached down and delivered a series of short, but effective hits to the guy’s side, knocked his kidneys around a bit, but had to stop and block a few of the other fighter’s punches and kicks of his own.
Larson felt his opponent growing tired, and that was when he did the takedown. Bending and wrapping his arms around the guy’s thighs, he used all of his strength to lift him up, and then slam him back down on the mat. The crowd went wild. Larson was on him a second later, tightening his thighs around his upper body and twisting so he had him in an armbar. The fighter struggled at first, his face a mask of rage. Larson knew this man well, knew of his reputation, the fact he had a short fuse, and the anger on his face at the knowledge he was going to lose was like a shot to Larson’s gut.
“You motherfucker,” the fighter wheezed out, bared his teeth, and struggled more.
Larson tightened his hold on him again, and finally his opponent brought his open hand down on Larson’s thigh for his tap out. Larson rolled off of the other man, but before he could stand the fighter, Haines, was on top of him, his forearm on Larson’s neck and his teeth bared.
“You cheated me out of that fucking title,” Haines said, spittle spraying out of his mouth and his face red. The refs started coming forward, pulling Haines off, but the fighter was a big man, angry at the world, and he’d just lost the championship fight. But acting like this, being a sore loser in front of everyone, told Larson he was unstable.
The refs and Larson finally managed to get Haines off of him, and Larson stood, cracked his knuckles, and braced himself in case Haines came after him again.
“You’re going to regret this, you piece of shit. You’re going to regret a lot, Larson.” Haines stared at him for several seconds, turned his head to spit on the mat, and then left the cage. The crowd booed as Haines lifted his hands and flipped everyone off.
Larson looked out at the crowd, the cage erected in the center of the arena the only thing separating him and the hundreds of people that had come to watch the championship fight. Melanie was closer to the cage now, her worry even more pronounced since Haines had gone psycho. Larson’s face throbbed from the two punches Haines had managed to land on him, and he might have a few bruised ribs, but other than that he was feeling fucking good. He’d just won the championship, had the title and belt to go with it, and he was going to stop fighting and just live his life with Melanie.
This was his last fight, and he’d gone down swinging, taken what he wanted, and could finally have a family with his beautiful wife. He normally did feel this way after a fight, especially with the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through him, but this high was a little different because he was looking forward to just having a normal life. He was getting older, and he’d promised Melanie after this they’d try for babies.
He wanted to just go home and be with Melanie in every way possible to get the adrenaline out of his system, but he had a press conference, an after gathering where he’d speak with the fans, and being with his wife would have to wait.
“And the winner, the championship fighter, Larson Ireland.” The crowd went wild as the ref lifted Larson’s arm with one hand, and using his other hand held the championship belt high above their heads.
Larson left the cage after he spoke with the television spokesman for one of the sport channels, and noticed the women right away. They swarmed up to him, not caring that he was happily married. They just saw a fighter, the winner for tonight, and wanted to be in his bed. It was a common thing he’d been subjected to since fighting in the scene, and before getting with Melanie he’d accepted their offers. He’d fucked them, enjoyed that they threw themselves at him. But not anymore, not since he started dating Melanie, married her, and fallen head over heels in love with her.