The F King:A Bad Boy Romance(36)

"When do we get to the part I'm supposed to like?" I said through gritted teeth.

Ian sat back in his chair again and clasped his hands over his stomach  with a "checkmate-motherfucker" kind of look on his face. He glanced at  Robbie before answering.

"Title shot."

That got my attention. Undefeated in five years as the reigning  heavyweight champion, and another five before that as he moved up the  ranks, there was nobody I wanted to face in the cage more than Brenton  Southgate. Fuck I wanted to see the look on his bloodied and bruised  face when I finally decided to make him tap out.

I must have been wearing my heart on my sleeve, because Ian put his hand  into a gun shape and pointed it at me with a smile. Robbie's face  mirrored the same expression.

"You don't really deserve the title shot, of course," Ian said, "after  the losses to Coles and Harbinger, but the crowd loves watching you  fight so, Austin, you do this for me, and beat the current number one  contender, and I'll give you your shot at Southgate.

Holy shit, beat the number one contender? I was going to rip his fucking head off so fast the crowd would want their money back.

"OK, when do we start?" I asked.

"Hold up, what's the extra compensation for this?" Ross asked.

"Nothin'," said Ian. "Not directly, anyway. You'll get a bigger purse  just for it being a title fight, and …  ah, screw it, I'll throw in an  extra hundred kay into your purse if the ticket sales and pay per view  buy-ins break records. And they will, if you do your part."

Fuck it, they had me at "title shot". This was no time for Ross to play hardball. I gave him a look and he shrugged.

"I'm in. What do I do?"

"Well," said Robbie, "there's just one more thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"We needed a reason for the heel-face turn. The writers pitched a bunch  of ideas, and the best one involves a whirlwind romance and marriage  with a suitable woman," said Robbie.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Title shot," said Ian, drawing the words out in a singsong voice.

"We've already got your wife lined up," said Robbie.

"What? Who?"

"Ariana Gray, the new ring girl. Maybe you saw her out there tonight?"

Apparently I was wearing my heart on my sleeve again, because Ian and  Robbie looked like they'd landed the sale. This was the weirdest fucking  meeting I'd ever had though.

"Like we have to really get married? Why?"

"Public record," said Robbie. "Once we've been doing this for a while,  people are going to cotton on to the fact that certain situations have  been scripted. It won't matter in the long run, it's common knowledge  with professional wrestling and that doesn't stop the cash flowing in,  but we can ride the reality train for a better return on investment  until then. I mean, what do you care, right? You're gettin' a title shot  over here."

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."





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.         

     



 

Mmmmm. Yeah. That image was too perfect to deny. Rough fuck the virgin  bride. I'd take that precious gift she'd been saving for somebody else  her whole life, just because she couldn't stop herself from spreading  her legs for me. Just because she saw me and needed cock.

She was waiting for her one true love? Well love's a bullshit fantasy,  I'd learned that a long time ago. The best thing she could do would be  to worship my cock, and I'd fuck her bareback too. A girl's first time  should be natural, after all.

That moment after she came would be magic. When her mind came out of the  sex-insanity for a few seconds and fully comprehended what she'd done,  she'd know that no other man could ever rail her the way I had. She was  mine forever.

Beep

Then she'd realize she was full of cum, and I was still fucking her,  because I was going to go all damn night. She might start to tell me to  stop, but then she'd get a hint that the next orgasm might not be too  far away …  and she'd beg me, beg me, to keep going. Rinse and repeat.  She'd be a cum-soaked wreck by the time I was done with her.

Ariana could wait her turn. I was going to call Ian Ewert today and let  him know that I would rather propose to Skylar What's-Her-Name, from the  Tier-2 team, and if he could make it clear that her job was on the  line, then that would be great.