“I’ve only been to a few fights in person before. That was with Hal. You remember Hal?”
I vaguely remembered Hal. He was a few years older than us, and Stacey had met him in what was supposed to be a one-night fling on Tinder. That they dated for a few months was a shock to me, but whenever I asked Stacey about it, I would get a long explanation about all the amazing things that Hal was able to do with his dick. I stopped asking questions about the relationship after that.
“Hal was a big MMA fan?”
“He liked to gamble on this kind of stuff,” Stacey said. “But the fights we went to were all small-time matches. Ice is a big deal. He’s one of the top fighters right now, and everyone loves him.”
“He’s kind of an ass from what I could tell,” I said with a sniff.
“There’s nothing wrong with a guy being a little cocky,” Stacey countered, emphasizing the ‘cock’ in her reply. “He probably gets laid every night of the week, and I have no doubt that he can have his pick of any girl he wants.”
I knew that was probably the truth, but I didn’t want to hear it. Our drinks arrived, and I let Stacey prattled on about several guys that she was interested in and her new job. When the lights dimmed to announce the start of the fights, I felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of my stomach.
The first two fights were just as Stacey had explained. There were scattered cheers and boos during the rounds, but it all felt like a warm-up to the good stuff. This was the foreplay, and everyone was ready for the main event. When the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers noting that the final fight of the night was about to begin, the crowd went crazy.
Everyone jumped to their feet, and I scrambled to join them. Despite what I kept saying, I had been waiting all day to see him.
When the announcer started the official introductions, the fans started screaming. First, the other fighter came out of the tunnel waving to the crowd. His face was young despite his heavily muscled physique. There were far more boos than screams of encouragement as he entered the ring, and I almost felt bad for him. I realized then that most of the people were here to see one man. The same one that I was waiting to see too.
Ice.
As his name crossed my mind, he appeared in the aisle strolling up the ring as if he was out for a Sunday walk. The crowd went bonkers. The screams and cries of delight were overwhelming, and Ice seemed to take it all in stride. He smiled that cocky grin that I remembered from the night before and waved to the crowd. He climbed the steps of the ring, and I noticed how muscular his tanned calves were. When he dropped his robe to stand there bare-chested in only his athletic shorts, I found myself practically drooling.
Every inch of his arms and torso were chiseled and defined. I could count the six pack on his abs from my seat, and I felt a heat start to burn in my core. This man was the epitome of sexual prowess and energy, and that’s when, as he turned to wave to the crowd, his gaze landed on me.
I felt frozen in place. His smile grew wider, and then the bastard winked at me! Like he had all the time in the world, and before he swept his gaze back up the ring, I felt his eyes travel down my body. Even from my fairly unsophisticated experience with men, it was clear that he liked what he saw. Suddenly, I was glad that I let Stacey talk me into the ridiculous get-up that I was wearing.
The rest of the intro went by in a blur, and then the call came down to start the fight. I was mesmerized by the ripple of Ice’s muscles as he moved fluidly across the ring. He didn’t go into a defensive stance. He went straight for the attack. The other fighter probably didn’t even know what hit him.
I should have been disgusted by the show, but instead, I was enthralled. When the other fighter landed a hard blow into Ice’s side, I hissed along with the crowd. When Ice landed a hit that busted the other fighter’s brow, I cheered with them. I was on my feet screaming with everyone to beat him. Put him down. End it.
As if drawing from the crowd’s energy, and in a move to grant their wish, Ice pivoted up in the air and landed a hard kick into his opponent’s side throwing the other man off balance. Then he slid to the balls of his feet and swung his leg out taking the other man’s feet right out from underneath him. I screamed in delight as the other fighter landed on the mat hard. Ice dropped down on top of him and pinned him to the mat. He delivered a hard punch to the side of the man’s head. Then another and another. There was a sharp crack that sounded through the air, and I saw the spurt of blood, but I didn’t care. I was caught up in him. Ice.