ufc | grethan

four

ethan's outfit ^

five months later...

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"one more time, dolan." vincent hypes me up.

i muster up all my strength and hit the punching bag one more time.

"nice, take a break." he demands and I, gladly, obey.

my breath heavy, my throat dry, sweat rolling down my forehead.

"are you ready for your first official fight?" vincent asks, while i'm taking a gulps of my cold water that's stored in a bottle.

"i mean, yeah. i've been training for five months."

"you are good with your reflexes and defense skills, so i think you'll do great."

"no, he will do great." a familiar deep voice buts in.

a sigh from me is heard when i see josiah. i got over 'the best there is' phase about josiah, big time.

the more i got know him, the more i realized he only wants and cares about money.

like i said, i don't care about the money. fighting is one of my top dreams and here i am, to hopefully achieve it.

and it helps with my anger issues, so therapy doesn't become an option.

"so dolan, are you ready for the interveiw?"

my head rises to look at him and nod.

"okay, good. keep making me money, kid!" he laughs, patting my back and leaving.

this interview is going to be so nerve-wrecking. some reporters were coming to get my thoughts on my competitor and our upcoming fight.

it was going to be on live tv so my whole family will see that i actually became something. it will shock them a lot, apparently.

vinc looks at the silver watch on his wrist to see the time.

"5:22. the reporters are coming at six?" he says, the last sentence coming out as a question.

"yup. well, i'm gonna head home and get ready. see you later, vinc."

i walk towards the exit once he waved goodbye. by the time i got to my apartment, it was 5:31.

i take the key out of the ignition, shutting the car off once i arrived to my complex.

i step inside the lobby, enter in the elevator and press the '4' button that takes me to my floor.

i sigh, a bad feeling filling my stomach. this interview is gonna suck, i already know it.

~

the cold air gives me goosebumps when i walk out of the bathroom. i head to my wardrobe, my towel hanging around my waist loosely. my hand pushes the closet open and i begim searching through my 'fancy' but casual clothes.

there was this gray sweater that looked nice for this type of stuff, not that you go to a UFC interview everyday. i paired it with some black jeans and black boots.

my fingers run through my hair, neating it up a bit. i grab my cologne and spray some on me, not a lot though.

i grab my keys and look at the time.

5:46

eh, i can make it.

G (finally ik lmao)

"grayson, bitch! hurry up, it's about to start!" my best friend, skylar, yells at me.

"i'm coming hoe! shut up!"