Page 69 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

“They have security detail.”

“Yeah. I know, but with Phillip popping up. You can never be too careful.”

“I think he’s gonna be alright for two days.”

I relaxed under his touch. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m just in my head.”

“Come on. They’re ready for us.”

He grabbed my hand, leading me over to the photographer. We were taking pictures for a magazine, and I had taken a moment to check my phone. Maybe it was my nerves about being in front of a camera where our faces were about to be all over the world. We’ve done a magazine before, but that was so long ago. Now we were about to showcase our love as husband and wife. I wanted it all to be perfect.

* * *

Fight Night

I sat in the fourth row, ringside, which was Rayzor’s, in a white, floor-length fur with the matching headband. I was living the dream. Rayzor made sure to get me one the day we flew in. As people passed, they either stared, congratulated me on my wedding, or took pictures of me.

“I can’t tell who’s the celebrity now, you or Rayzor,” Suki said.

“Girl, I know,” I replied, remaining calm because life was coming at lightning speed. Not too long ago, I was attending my first fight and found the love of my life. Tonight, I was here by his side at one of the biggest fights of his career.

“I love this for you, E. I say it all the time, but I mean it.”

She sat next to me in indigo colored fur, matching my fly. We came to put on tonight. I was no longer trying to act modest. I came to show up for my man. The one who takes care of my family and me. A man who went at full lengths to assure my happiness.

The lights went dim and the crowd went quiet.

Smog erupted and dissipated through the air.

Bass knocked the walls, moving the seats centimeters when Jeezy’s voice roared around the building.

“Our defending heavyweight champion from Atlanta, Ga, at two-hundred-thirty-four pounds, Courtland ‘Rayzor’ Kirkland.”

The crowd went insane. I mean, I had to stand up and get it on camera. The amount of signs that were up in the air rooting for my husband, it was surreal. All these people were here for him. A boy from Atlanta, Georgia with a hidden past, but the most generous heart. A man that chose me. A man that saw me and my flaws and still decided on me. All these people were here to celebrate and wanted him to win.

“This is crazy. Rayzor gets love, but this is the whole damn world wanting his win.”

Tears formed as I slowly took it in just as he walked out behind Jeezy in his all-white robe with his matching white silk shorts with Rayzor across the waistline. My heart raced. It’s like I was seeing him for the first time.

When he lifted his head, the crowd combusted.

I grabbed my chest. My heart was full.

He slowly stalked his way through the tunnel, and my insides, along with my baby went crazy as well.

He entered the ring, turned towards his team, and they revealed him as they slowly took off his robe. When he turned around, the scowl on his face– locked in, ready to take on the world. His eyes slowly scanned the room as he ignored the screams, and he found me.

He winked.

“That man loves you real bad.”

“I love you, baby!” I shouted.

He mouthed, ‘I love you too’.

“This one’s for you,” he told me just before turning around.

The bell rang.