Can He Be Tamed?

Chapter 8- Unedited

There was at least 3 bags set up with the UFC logo on them. There was a ring in the middle of the room. There were weights and it smelled strongly of Tyse in here. There were other scents too, male scents. He probably trained with other people. The thought Tyse training and drenched in sweat just brought other images I was not ready for but thoroughly  enjoyed embarrassingly enough.

I almost shed a happy tear, I was so excited. I quickly but quietly ran back upstairs being extra quiet when I got down the hallway my room and Tyse’s was on. I tore the black gauze off my hands and replaced it with new gauze, I did black on one hand and bright neon yellow on the other because I was just in that good of a mood.

I almost skipped back downstairs, I picked the bag that had barley been used and didn’t have Tyse’s scent anywhere on it or near it. I was defiantly protective over my bag and I just about killed anyone who touched it except my dad. Whose ever this one was, was going to have to share.

I started out slowly getting the feel of it, it took me a few hours to break the bag in before I started going at it all out, remembering every piece of my training. I was breathing heavily and drenched in sweat.

I loved pushing myself until I could barely move. I pulled my hoodie off and then my tank top and threw them on the ground a few feet away, that left me in a red sports bra and basketball shorts and black ankle socks.

I eventually stopped and felt someone watching me, I spun in a full circle stopping when I saw some guy sitting on the edge of the ring watching me. He was huge and muscular. He had honey brown hair and green eyes.

I just stood there looking at him.

“Who the hell are you?” I asked.

“Eli” he answered.

“You?” he asked, I noticed his hands had gloves on them, they weren’t the normal boxing gloves. I hated the huge ones, I like then thing ones with barley any padding that came barley an inch off my hand. I wanted to feel their nose breaking when my fist made contact with their face not just see and hear it.

“MJ” I answered.

“You’re good” he told me, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“How long have you been sitting there?” I asked.

“about 3 hours, I'm trying to decide who trained you to be as good as you are, it had to be someone professional and it had to be someone with a high rank” he said like I would give it up.

“both” I offered, He stood up and went through the ropes jerking his head for me to follow. I stepped up on the thing and put my hand on the top rope and jumped over.

He got into a fighting stance, I got in my own about 3 feet from him, I wanted to be closer since I was smaller. I waited for him to make the first move. He walked around me in a slow circle looking me up and down sizing me up. I didn’t turn with him, I focused on my senses telling me what he was doing.

“Your tattoos tell me a beta” he said coming back to face me.

“what rank are you?” I asked.

“Who says I have a rank?” he asked.

“Your fighting stance” I answered “Plus your big as fuck” I added. He was trying to catch me off guard. I knew I could take him easily, he underestimated me. That’s the one advantage I always had. I was underestimated, until they were underneath me tapping out.

His eyes flicked towards the door, he wanted me to look and be distracted, I kept my eyes trained on him he was about to swing, I could tell by the way he tensed the muscles in his right arm. He was right handed.