Chapter Fifteen #2
“Get over here, motherfucker,” I grit and as soon as I’m close enough, land a punch to his smug fucking face.
His hands shoot up attempting to block another hit, and his knee rises, getting me on the side of my thigh. It’s hard enough to make me grunt, and my responding fist finds his ribs. I hit him there in quick succession, until I feel them break against my knuckles.
Somehow, Ford manages to get off the rope and spins around with a flying elbow.
He’s sloppy, too slow, and I catch it. My grip on his arm tightens as I twist until I hear a very audible snap.
His scream follows up the broken bone, as he instantly shifts his body to the side to protect the useless limb.
“Not done yet,” I growl, swiftly reaching around and grabbing his injured arm and yanking, punching down on the top of his shoulder to knock it out of place. I’m not here for a clean brawl; we don’t do that in these fights. Tonight, he’s going to hurt, if he survives.
Rage burns in his eyes as he roars in pain and anger, charging me.
He goes for my middle, and I lean over his back, wrapping my arms around his body to hold him in place.
I’m working on my stance to pick him up and body slam him, when he takes advantage of the position, rearing back and headbutting me with the back of his head.
He knocks my chin so hard, I momentarily see stars.
In my stupor, he drives his head forward, headbutting me again with the front of his forehead. The impact slams into my nose, blood spraying everywhere. I know it must be broken again. Damn it.
It’s enough to shake me from the brief stupor and shift me back into gear.
Blood flows down my face, coating my lips and chin to drip down my chest. Some in the crowd scream, while others cheer, but none of it matters.
Only the asshole in front of me who has most likely frightened my woman, now on top of disrespecting her. I’m so done playing with him.
Jolting forward, I slam my head into his nose, matching his move.
I lean back with a bloody, taunting smile, “My turn, fucker.” I wrap my arms around him and switch to my knees.
I bring them up in quick succession, the harsh clap of muscle meeting skin and bone on his thighs until he’s fighting to get away from me, and I eventually release him.
He falls to the ground, the impact on his legs, making them cramp up in pain, momentarily useless.
He’s smart enough to roll onto his back in defense, to keep his legs raised as much as he can to try and ward me off as I pace around him in a circle, looking for my in with him.
Each lunge I take forward, he locks up, trying to kick me.
It reminds me of a lion, strolling in a circle, patiently waiting for the right time to strike, and fill his belly.
Finally, something catches Ford’s attention, it’s a brief moment in time, but just enough of a fuck up for me to shove his leg to the side and scoot in. I leap on top of his body, my thick tree trunk-like thighs straddling his frame, holding him in place, and then it’s game over.
Blow after blow.
Left to right.
I hit him, again and again.
At first, he attempts to block my fists, but he’s too out of it soon enough to hold me back.
I knock him out, hitting him again a few times in the side of the head for good measure until I’m being dragged off by multiple sets of arms. One man is not strong enough to get me to stop my attack, but five somehow manage.
Once they’ve drug me off his body, I’m able to shake my haze off and regain my focus. With a deep exhale, I realize the fight is finished.
I won.
Of course.
Round two begins after I’ve had a short break of ten minutes or so.
I used the time in between to drink some water and stretch my muscles out.
If I stop moving right now, my adrenaline will want to tank.
I can’t afford to allow my body to move any slower.
I have to remain as limber as possible until I’ve won both of my fights.
The smaller guys already have a bit of an edge, being quicker at times.
Luckily for me, I manage to outmaneuver them and overtake them with my brute strength.
It doesn’t work with everyone, so I always have to have a strategy in mind.
The bag of ice that I’ve been running all over my body is basically melted, so I toss it over to Ammo.
He throws it in the nearest trash can before moving back to his spot.
He’s been there the entire time, in case I need something, waiting with water, ice, Vaseline, tape, you name it.
He’s been a decent prospect; he definitely has respect for the club and me, which I appreciate above all.
My next opponent comes strutting out from the back like his shit doesn’t stink. I immediately remove my mouthpiece and start laughing at him. We’ve watched enough of his fights in the past to know that when he gets pissed, he becomes sloppy.
He enters the ropes, glowering at me like he’s Billy Bad Ass.
I pop my mouthpiece back between my teeth, then point at him.
I follow it up with the hand motion of him sucking my dick.
The audience is filled with laughter, hoots, and lewd suggestions.
The embarrassment is enough to light a premature fire under the guy's ass.
He charges me before the nominated refs ever have the chance to officially start the fight.
I watch him run at me, a man possessed as I stand, loose but stoic at the same time. It’s a fighter thing, you always have to be limber and light on your feet. I’m big enough, I can count on my strength to help counteract his charge and keep my balance. As soon as he’s close enough, I strike.
I hit him with a solid punch, my full body behind it as I lean into the hit, clocking him right in the temple. He goes down like a sack of potatoes. The room is completely silent for a beat as everyone holds their breath, waiting to see if he gets up.
He doesn’t move, and then the nightclub is overcome with the roar of everyone’s excitement.
A beat later, my name carries through the air once more, “‘House! ‘House! Power-House!” I just won my club a lot of money, but not only that, I’ll make enough to get Raven the medical help she needs, should she choose to use it.
Releasing a relieved breath, I stick my mouthpiece in my waistband and offer a wide, pleased smile. The refs move to stand on either side of me, raising both of my hands. A new round of cheers rings out, the place damn near echoing with everyone’s enthusiasm.
Prez immediately escorts Raven to my side, and I couldn’t be happier to see her proud, smiling face.
“Thanks for looking out for her,” I say as I drape my arm over her shoulder.
She’s so tiny next to me, and it seems even more prominent after I’m all puffed up and swollen from fighting.
My muscles are still wound tight, ready in case there happens to be another threat.
“Anytime, brother.” He nods and watches as I stroll to the back with my woman, ready to use up my lingering adrenaline by hearing Raven scream my name in pleasure.
I need a shower and to fuck the woman I love. Then it’s back to business. I have someone important waiting for me at the club, and I plan to take my time getting the other thing I want. Vengeance.