This was the most ridiculous thing I ever heard. Ian had built NHBFC into a pretty major organization, but surely he’d lost his mind on this one.
Still, as long as I had the chance to face the best they had, then the business of it all wasn’t my concern. Plus, oh fuck the wifely duties Ariana would have. And… title shot. My long pondering silence seemed to be confirmation enough for Ian and Robbie.
“It’s settled then,” Ian said. “We already talked to Ariana, and she was pretty enthusiastic about it.”
Of course she was.
“Get some rest, keep training as normal,” Ian said. “We’ll draw up all the paperwork and fill you in on the details soon enough.”
Chapter 5
Austin
After a morning spent focusing on leg locks with my Sambo coach, Ross had me working on conditioning in the afternoon. In about half an hour, I’d be beyond words, but for now he seemed happy to talk my ear off.
At each end of the room were heavy punching bags hanging from the ceiling, newly printed with a picture of so-called number one contender Ernesto Sanchez. The idea was that I had to run across the room every time the speakers played the beeping sound, and do five roundhouse kicks to the bag before the speakers beeped again, and I ran to the other side to do the same, alternating kicking legs.
As time wore on, the beeps would get closer together until I was unable to complete the set of kicks before the next one. I was always pretty much fucked by the end of it, but I’d never had more motivation than today. I might make it an hour this afternoon.
“I can’t wait to hear you complimenting Ernesto’s skills, Mr. Nice Guy,” said Ross.
Beep
“Yeah, that killer nickname was getting old anyway, huh?”
He laughed. “Yeah, Austin ‘Mr. Nice Guy’ Aquila, I like that.”
“I’ll tuck a flower behind his ear after the fight, before he wakes up, he’ll like that.”
My coach laughed again as I delivered some brutal kicks to Ernesto’s likeness. Ross was the first person I met that I ever lost a fight to. Of course, I was only fourteen at the time, but for that alone I had a begrudging respect for him. Especially since I’d been trying to rob him that night.
Beep
Ever since I was around ten years old I’d been spending more and more time living on the streets, because it was a fuckload safer out there than at home. My adopted parents were real pieces of work.
Dear old Dad was a low-level criminal, and whatever Mom might have been had been knocked out of her long before I could remember. Whether he was beating her or me, my earliest memories were of screaming and the smell of booze and cigarettes.
Fuck I hated him. There aren’t any words to describe this kind of ticking time bomb that gets built inside of you when you get hurt every day and can’t do a motherfucking thing about it.
I remembered the first time I was away all night, before I was even eleven. They didn’t seem to notice I’d even been gone. It was par for the course.
The more time I spent away, the less it felt like home. Eating food there felt like stealing, so I figured I might as well just steal from somewhere else so I wouldn’t have to go back to their house as much.
That’s how I met Ross.
Beep
If I had learned anything about robbery in school, they probably would have taught me to make sure my target didn’t own an MMA gym. I licked my wounds under a bridge that night, and tracked him down the next day, narrowly avoiding another ass kicking. Instead I ended up with somebody willing to teach me some proper technique, rather than relying purely on my natural size, strength and speed.
After I’d been training with Ross for a while, I was ready to go back “home” and see my dad one last time. Ready for…
Beep
“You gonna carry Ariana over the threshold like a real gentleman?” asked Ross.
“Yeah, on my dick.”
“Ataboy.”
To tell the truth, I’d been having second thoughts about that. Ariana was a fine, fine, piece of ass, no doubt, but was it her who’d been on my mind? It was not.
Skylar from the Tier-2 Sports Therapy team, the one stolen from the very tip of my cock, she was the one I most wanted to fuck right now. I mean marry.
She seemed just as desperate to keep her job as she was her virginity too. I bet I could get Ian, or the new employee of the month Robbie, to put some pressure on. Take Ariana’s place or you’re out of a job, sweet thing.
Beep
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted her. I’d never fucked a virgin before, but that didn’t mean I would hold back when I finally claimed her. Oh no. I’d make sure her first time ruined her for other men for the rest of her life. I’d fuck Skylar hard. Harder than I’d fuck Ariana, who was certainly no stranger to cock, just to make her scream my name.