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“That’s my brother. That damn Destroyer didn’t stand a chance.” A grin spread across his face as he continued to pump his fist in the air. The two men who’d been around Taylor before the fight started ushered him away from the ring. Glancing at his friends, Army said, “I’ll be back. I’m gonna congratulate my little brother.”
“The next match is between Stiletto and Athena. They’re competing in the lightweight division.” The ring announcer’s voice filled the room.
“They’re chicks,” Cueball said.
Army glanced at the ring then stopped dead in his tracks. A woman with long, toned legs wearing high-as-hell red heels walked up the steps. She turned to the audience and flashed a seductive smile. Then she looked at him—her eyes held his and suddenly he felt as if he was drowning in their depths. They were a beautiful golden amber and shone like the glow of morning sunlight.
“You going or staying?” Eagle asked.
“What?” Jerked back to the moment, Army realized that he’d spent the last thirty seconds staring at this captivating woman.
“Damn, these chicks are hot. All they need is a vat of mud,” Cueball said.
Army sat back down and watched the amber-eyed fighter slowly take off her high heels. Her caramel brown hair was in braided cornrows that came together to form a bun on top of her head. Simple movements like slipping on black open-fingered gloves, shaking out her arms, and tucking in a few stray strands of hair into her bun struck him as the sexiest moves he’d seen from a woman in a long time. The fighter wore tight black shorts that fit around her high, rounded ass perfectly, and a neon purple sports bra, which showcased her tits.Fuck. Why the hell didn’t Taylor tell me aboutthisfighter?His brother would call him and share some gossip and anecdotes about the different fighters, but he hadn’t remembered Taylor ever mentioning this hot-as-sin MMA fighter.
“Maybe they’ll pull each other’s tops down,” Eagle said and Cueball and Crow laughed.
“Get serious,” Army said, his voice laced with irritation. “The women fighters work just as hard … maybe even harder than the dudes. They have to prove themselves to everyone.”
“You got a hard-on for one of them?” Eagle laughed. “There’s no way you’re giving us a lecture on chick fighters unless you want to get into one … or maybe both of their shorts. With all that strength and flexibility, I bet they’d be great fucks.”
Chains and Crow busted out, and Cueball slapped Eagle’s back. “Good point, bro.” He turned to Army. “Maybe Taylor can introduce them to us after the fights … and the ring girls, for sure.”
The bell rang, and Army watched, transfixed, as Stiletto and Athena squared off. The way she moved with her hands punching Athena’s face in a series of boxing strikes, and her toned arms flexing with each hit, caused a surge of heat to burn through Army’s body. The people in the row ahead of him were on their feet, and he stood up just as Athena delivered a kick to the side of Stiletto’s head that made her fall to the floor. Army held his breath, his insides tight, as Athena pounced and caught Stiletto, forcing her into submission. For a few seconds it looked like Athena would be the victor, but the lithe fighter escaped from the hold, leapt to her feet, and continued her assault on Athena with elbow strikes and several strong kicks. Taut skin, shiny from sweat, covered her well-toned muscles, and a wicked dragon tattoo glared while it hugged the fighter’s side, disappearing around her back. Fire blazed out of its fanged mouth with its blood-dripping talons raised as if to strike. It was mesmerizing, but not as enthralling as the way Stiletto delivered high kicks and Brazilian jiu-jitsu moves. Then a devastating elbow jab and right kick knocked Athena to the ground.
“Damn. These chicks can fight,” Crow said.
“Afraid they’d beat your ass?” Goldie laughed.
“They’d definitely make me break some sweat,” Crow answered. “My money’s on the chick with the sexy as hell purple bra.”
“I’ll bet on the other chick. The one on the floor with her legs spread wide. Fuck, what a waste.” Cueball took out a twenty-dollar bill. “Who you betting on?” he asked Army.
Without taking his eyes off the fight for one second, Army crossed his powerful arms. “Stiletto, all the way. She knows her shit and can she move.”
Before any of the other guys placed their bets, Stiletto had her legs closed together, one of them on Athena’s neck, the other right below her armpit. As Stiletto straightened, she held her opponent’s wrist tightly, bending it in a way a wrist wasn’t supposed to be bent. Tears streamed down Athena’s face.
“Stiletto has her in an arm bar. Pay up.” Army held out his hand, his gaze still fixed on the fighters. Then he saw Athena tap the ground, signaling the referee to stop the match, and he closed his hand around the crisp twenty-dollar bill.
“I wanted Athena to win,” Cueball said, shaking his head. “I’m a sucker for blondes.”
“That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a while,” Eagle said.
“Hailey should’ve been here to watch that fight. She’s getting into mixed martial arts.” Goldie plopped down on the metal chair.
“Really? I didn’t think there were any MMA training gyms in Alina,” Army said as he watched a large muscular guy escort Stiletto down the stairs, his bulging arm wrapped around her.
“She goes to Alina Martial Arts.”
“I bet the training is weak as shit over there. I still say there isn’t a decent training gym in the whole damn county.”
“Breanna goes to their self-defense classes. She’s trying to get Chelsea to join her,” Steel said as he glanced down at the schedule.
“Hailey doesn’t want to compete. She just wants to learn some tactics and self-defense. I tried teaching her but we always ended up fucking at some point, so she decided to go to the gym.” Goldie laughed.
“I’ve been there with Breanna, bro. We never finished a full lesson.” Steel tipped his chair backward.
“Are there any more chicks fighting tonight?” Chains asked.
