do tonight. My broken heart and mess of a life will be the drive I need to accomplish my dreams.
In the middle of a crowded arena, I stand in a cage as the announcer is about ready to announce my name taking on Dennis “The Big Shot” Mavis. The commencement of the fight is about to be underway, and there is nothing better than it allowing rage to build inside me so I can take it out on my opponent. The day has finally come for me to take what officially belongs to me.
It’s a day for revenge, and as I stand here in the center of the cage, I’m ready to let my inner beast out and let the havoc I feel inside take its place on Dennis “The Big Shot” Mavis’s face. He’s the only one standing in my way of being an undefeated champion and the one who currently holds the title. But not for long. It’s going to be mine, all mine, before the end of the night.
When the bell rings, alerting us it’s go time, I stand across from Dennis, eyeing him down. He glares back at me, but I’m not intimidated by his two inches over me. I won’t let up, and I refuse to let him think this is going to be easy, because I can guarantee that’s one thing it’s not going to be.
Almost immediately, he comes forward, lunging at me. I take shots into his sides as he does the same, but it doesn’t matter. I keep punching and sending shots his way. I want this more. So much more.
He hasn’t been through the things I’ve been through. He hasn’t traveled the same journey as I have. He doesn’t have the same drive and desire for wanting this as badly as I do.
It may take time and determination, but I’m not giving up until I come out on top.
A blow meets my jaw, causing blood to gush out and onto the floor. It doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t even slow me down. All it does is make me angrier, allowing me to channel my energy into a shot of my own, and it connects with his face.
After three rounds, each lasting no longer than five minutes of us going completely berserk and beast mode on one another, the match finally comes to an end. I’ve got a swollen black eye, but nothing can compare to the ecstatic and victorious way I’m feeling.
The crowd is going wild, cheering and applauding as the announcer lifts my right hand into the air and announces me as the heavyweight champion. I’ve been training for this night for months, and it finally paid off. The belt around my waist is the confirmation that this moment is indeed mine to enjoy.
As the applause and cheers grow louder and louder and the reality that I’ve won hits home, everything slowly goes silent. The cheering crowd is still going, but I can’t hear a thing. The lights dim, and the only person I see, sitting two rows away, is her.
Luscious Lips.
She’s here and she’s cheering for me, standing next to two of her friends. Her shimmering smile has my heart feeling as though it’s skipped a beat. God, she’s breathtaking. I can’t believe she’s here. And she’s smiling at me, cheering away with the rest of the crowd.
Her big, brown eyes sparkle brightly. Her hair is pinned up halfway, and a red blouse snuggly hugging her breasts sits on top of jeans. I no longer feel the pain from the injured body parts where Dennis got me. The pounding headache, the pulsating cuts on my face, and my aching joints no longer bother me. Everything has gone still and silent. The only thing I feel is my heartbeat, which is gripping the hold of my attention on her.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but at some point, our coaches and Ryker barge into the ring, shouting and celebrating my win. I’m ripped away as they lead me out of the arena, but my eyes never leave hers.
Lying in bed, hours after a celebration at a nearby diner, I’m finally able to relax and get some rest. My baby girl is staying with my parents this weekend. They knew whether I’d win or lose that it would be a late night, so they kept her entertained at home while Max and Marianna cheered me on at the match.
I wouldn’t trade tonight for anything. It was all amazing, and the