Ruined: Loving An Alpha Male(18)

I slouched down in the bleachers, hoping that it wasn’t as bad as they told me. I tried to make up for it when they finally announced the reigning champ, Trip, by clapping loudly. But it sounded so forced, and it felt force too. To be honest, if I just sat there it wouldn’t have made a difference. I was over-shadowed by some giggly blonde with huge breasts in a skimpy skirt that stood next to him the whole time

Humph. That’s odd.

Anyway, the fights started a few minutes after the announcements were over. Each fight lasts for five minutes within three rounds. For the most part, each of the weight classes has a representative fight. There were four fights this week that consisted of two newcomers, and the second to the last fight was Mason and Choir Boy.

I leaned in a little in my seat and watched as he removed his shirt to show his perfectly sculpted chest. The women all around me gasped at the sight of him; even the two girls next to me inhaled sharply. I simply smiled, as I knew what all of them were thinking. Most of these men in here were cut-up. But it was something about Mason and his low blonde hair, not to mention his perfect eight-pack abs, huge thighs, and calf muscles that flexed as he moved. What captured me anyway was his eyes. From here I could see the focus in them as he entered the cage. The black guy that was with him all the time said a few things in his ear as he stood there and rotated his shoulders.

Lou said some words to him as well, and he nodded. But he never removed his eyes from Choir Boy. Just before the ref called the fighters to get ready, I saw the black guy say something to Mason that made him smile and shake his head. For a split second he lost focus, which was something I never saw before in a fighter. You typically see fighters with their eye of tiger gaze that never falters, so for Mason to smile was odd to me.

I noticed the bell ring, and the crowd erupted, shouting everything under the sun to the fighters. I remained quiet and concentrated on Mason’s fighting style. He moved easily around the cage and simply waited for Choir Boy to make a move. When he did and moved in to throw a combination of punches, and I believe kicks, he never completed them. The moment he raised his arms, Mason went on attack and connected a few punch combinations that made Choir Boy’s face connect with the mat in seconds.

I looked stunned, and the crowd around me went crazy. Mason stood back and watched the ref count down. I looked at Mason and saw he was watching my reaction. I simply shook my head and smiled. Well, I guess I did all that warning for nothing.

Once he was announced the winner, he left the cage and made eye contact with Trip. Oh crap, I thought to myself, but nothing happened. Trip just watched Mason head to the locker room as Trip took his place in the cage. Trip’s fight didn’t take that long to end either, but it wasn’t as short as Mason’s fight.

As I waited for Trip to come out, Mimi said to me, “I seem to never get tired of watching two sweaty men go at it locked in a cage, it’s animalistic, you know. I can see the attraction women have.”

“Fuck that. I just like seeing the bodies. Since you’re with Trip and all, what’s up with that guy you were making goo goo eyes with? Do you know if he has a girlfriend or a fuck buddy? He was a hot white boy.”

I felt a twang of jealousy at her question. I mean, I know I didn’t have a right to be angry, but I was. I thought about lying to her, but I never got a chance.

“Oh, he’s spoken for… definitely,” Mimi replied, and then smiled at me.

I looked at her quizzically and tried to hide my smile, but they both saw it. I shook my head at them, and they both laughed.

“I’m just messing with you, girl. I thought I saw drool coming from the side of her mouth earlier,” Tiny said. She wiped the side of my mouth, and I smacked her hand. She laughed again. “Well, I hope now you’ll get rid of crazy. He doesn’t deserve you at all,” Tiny said, and Mimi agreed.

I rolled my eyes at them both and tried to ignore the feeling of longing when I think about Mason. I said goodbye to my friends and waited for Trip to come out of the locker room. I waited at least an hour before I called his cell.

He answered on the sixth ring, “Yeah, baby. Did you see me?”

I smiled, and said, “Yeah, I saw you. Great fight. Where are you? Are you ready to go?”

Typically when he’s done with his fight, we go have dinner and head to my place so he could relive the fight that just took place all over again to me. I would rub him down, and we would just hang out.

“I left already. Train said he has a party back at the gym for me. So we’re headed right there now. What’s up with you?”

I was stunned. Here I was sitting here waiting for him, and he was already gone.