The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 11: Waking The Beast

Justin's POV:

I was in the 3rd round of my debut UFC fight against DeMarcus Cole, and I was wearing him down easily. My arm reach was longer than his, giving me an easy advantage.
I had been able to jab him repeatedly without so much as getting a scratch in return.
I would advance in and throw a couple of body shots to his ribs...then back out, avoiding his notorious right hook.
Kicking his legs, I could slowly see he was weakening...especially his left ankle...he was avoiding full weight on it.
Once I felt comfortable under the lights of the arena and where the cameras were, I began my mental warfare on Cole.
My speciality.

"It's a shame that you'll never get close enough to use that right hook of yours, Cole.
I circled him slowly. 2 quick steps in and my left hook to his jaw.
Pity...it's the only decent thing in your bag of tricks.
He swung his right arm out towards me, I ducked easily coming up and delivering a blow to his left ribcage.
You know...I could have finished you already.
He retreated and I advanced.
But being the new kid on the block, I have to sing and dance for the regulars.
Shin kick. Body shot. Shin kick.
Boring!
I needed to work him over to the fence and take him down.
Seriously Cole...do you have any defensive strategies at all?
Roundhouse kick to his right shoulder.
Let's see him punch now.
This is child's play.
I finally got him where I wanted him.
It was time for DeMarcus Cole to either tap out...or pass out.
Pathetic!
It was like he wasn't even trying, like he had already given up.
I was fucking exhausted from having to do everything in this damn fight.
I just wanted it over, I wanted to see baby girl again.
Fucked up that I couldn't even stop thinking about her during the biggest fight of my life, but then again...I do what I damn well please.
I was just about to advance in and flip him to the ground, when I heard her.

"Take him to the ground, baby!"

It can't be her.
She would never call me baby.

"Finish him!!!!
You've got this!!!"

It's her. She came!
My head snapped up, my eyes searching for their matching set in the girl who was easily consuming every ounce of me.
Mentally I had walked away from the cage,
the minute I found her face.
She was wearing a tight black mini dress, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
She took my breath away at how gorgeous she looked.
I couldn't help the smile that was forming on my face.
The warmth spreading in my chest, my heart picking up speed.
The last thing I saw was a horrified look come over her face.
What's wrong baby girl, I thought.
Then nothing.
I knew I'd been hit...the blackness and stars were immediate.
My body was free falling.
Was I knocked out?
Was this really fucking happening?

"Wake up,baby!!!!"

Why is she calling me baby?
And why do I like it?

"Justin, wake up!!!!"

What for?
I like hearing her voice.

"Please! Please wake up!!!"

My body began to remind me about what just happened.
I was winning the fight, and Kennedy distracted me.
That fucker was able to get his right hook in, landing it against my left eye....or so the pain suggested.
I could feel him jabbing at my ribs now.
Could hear the ref starting the countdown.
I was able to raise my arms and block some of Cole's cheap shots.
I WASN'T LOSING TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING PUSSY!
I opened my eyes, and everything was spinning.
FUCK ME.
But I was able to grab onto his neck and wrap my legs around his torso.
With everything I had left in me...I flipped him over and was able to get him in a chokehold. All while keeping my eyes closed, avoiding the sharp lights.