ufc | grethan

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the next morning...

my alarm goes off beside my ear, making my eyes snap open. i groan and turn it off. i begin to fall into the trance of sleep again as my eyelids slowly shut.

memories of last night flash in my mind.

meredith cheating.

vincent, boxing.

going to meredith's house.

UFC.

getting ho- hold up.

UFC. i bolt up and sit up. i'm meeting josiah today. holy shit.

i sprint into my bathroom, still half asleep may i add, and nearly fell on the way.

excitement surges through my body, laced with nervousness as well.

i turn on the water, and hop in immediately. i let out a girly shriek because of the cold water.

i finish up quickly and look at the time.

8:39 am

the center was about ten minutes away from my apartment complex so if i left now, i'd be good.

i change into three different outfits and go with the second one. i blow dry my hair making it look like some kind of werewolf type of shit, but it looked good.

i was ready to go but i was deciding if i should chill for a bit...

eh, nothing wrong with being early.

i grab my keys, my red gloves, my phone and open the door. a ball of anxiousness rests in my stomach and rises to my throat making me feel all choked up.

my apartment door closes making a thud sound echo in the empty hallway.

i walk to the elevator and click the button that has a symbol showing, you press it to go down.

the doors open and as i'm about to walk in, i see jake.

his expression shows me that he's pissed. really pissed.

"jake? what the f-" he cuts me off as he grabs my collar and pushes me against the wall.

"why wouldn't you fucking tell me she has an STD?! now i have it and i don't know what to do!"

i grab his arms and shove them down, forcing him to let go of me.

"maybe you wouldn't have gotten it if you decided not to be her fucking puppet!" i yell back, my tone scaring him.

i walk inside the elevator and he follows. i guess he grew confidence cause he tried grabbing me again.

he attempted to throw his fist at my face but i caught it and twisted it. the elevator closes as i flip him on his back.

since i was still holding his arm when i flipped him, i decided to do an arm bar. i pushed and pushed until his arm snapped.

the noise made me cringe as a scream erupted from jake's stomach. he holds his arm in pain and corners up in the elevator as he could sit up.

i look at him and fear is written all over his face. i show no pity and punch him, knocking him out.

the elevator dings and i speed walk out. i got looks from everyone in the lobby after they saw unconcious jake but i didn't care. my gaze focuses on my bruised knuckle.

"shit." i curse underneath my breath.

it didn't hurt at all. i was too pissed for me to feel the pain.

as i walk to my car, i pull out my phone from my back pocket and turn it on to see the time.

8:48am

my aggressiveness is obviously shown when i shove my phone back into my pocket, and grab my keys. i press the unlock button, making my car make a beeping noise.

i open the drivers door and insert the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life when i turn it. i get out of the parking lot and drive to the center.

when i arrived, i could easily see the letters, 'UFC' in big, red letters at the top of the building.

cool air hits my body once i entered and i scan the room. i see some of my favorite fighters who trained here in cali.

conor mcgregor, brian ortega, cyborg. i was gonna keep my distance with cyborg even though i loved her. she's literally a beast so it seemes like the smart path to go down.

i look around again and my eyes fall on josiah guerro. OH. MY. FUCK.

IT'S ACTUALLY HIM.

a short guy that was standing next to josiah spots me and approaches me.

"hi, are you ethan dolan?" his joyful voice flows out of his mouth. i shake my head.

"wonderful! nice to meet you, ethan. i'm max!" his hand is held out for me to shake.

his tone made me happy. i could tell he was a happy person himself.

i shook his hand and smiled at him.

"nice to meet you too, max."

we stop shaking hands and he tells me to follow him. my palms get sweatier as we walk closer to josiah.

"mr. guerro, this is ethan dolan, one of the first callers from yesterday."

"ah, ethan, nice to meet you." his deep, gruff voice speaks.

"nice to meet you, mr. guerro."

"please, call me josiah."

i nod.

"so, ethan. do you train or have any experiences in fighting?" i'm asked my josiah.

"um, yes sir. i go to the l. a. training center and train with my coach, vincent toretto."

"well let's see how good you are." he points to the green punching bag in front of us.

"okay..." i grab my gloves and slip them on.

"ah, he has his own gloves." i hear josiah mumble to max.

"throw some punches."

my fist collides with the punching bag three times and they were all bad.

i hear josiah murmur something that i couldn't hear, but my gut tells me it's something bad.

"um... do a kick."

my foot hits the bag and that was also bad. the other fighters were looking at me and i feel my face heat up. this is embarrassing.

"no, he is not good. next!" josiah yells.

fuck.

dammit, i have to be mad. come on, ethan. get pissed.

i turn to look at max and josiah talking, paying no attention to me. i begin to walk backwards, getting a few feet away from the punching bag.

max. cyborg. conor. brian. josiah. even some coaches. all eyes were on me.

i stop and close my eyes, thinking about how mad jake made me. my breathing gets heavier, telling me that it's working.

i break into a sprint and once i'm at the right distance, i leap and hit the punching bag with my right leg, making it fall over and make a loud sound. i full on twist and land.

everyone had their jaws dropped, making me smirk.

i look at everyone but my gaze stops at josiah.

"y-you're in."

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i'm so proud of myself. *sniffles* i updated twice in a day. that's so surprising, especially to me. lmao, my acting skills are a-ma-zing. ily

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