Chapter Five
Natalie
Jet's championship fight was that evening, and my heart is already in my throat. I remembered the last fight I had attended, and I knew that once again it would be hard to watch him fight. I didn't like watching him take hits; it was really hard on me. But if I was going to be a part of Jet's life, I had to get used to the fact that he was a fighter. It was his dream, after all, and I didn't want to get in the way of that. I wanted him to be successful and have the career he always wanted. So I would need to be a supportive girlfriend in the sense that I didn't have a complete meltdown every time he got in the cage. It wouldn’t be fair to him.
To be honest, I was incredibly proud of him and all that he had accomplished so far in his fighting career. I knew he would make it to the big leagues; there was no doubt in my mind.
Young college students filled the arena until it was brimming full of people. The girls were the worst part―they were everywhere, and they were screaming the names of the fighters. I guess that was something else I would have to get used to. It was pretty easy to become jealous when it came down to stuff like that. The girls would give anything to get a piece of Jet; they didn't care if it was just for one night or not. They wanted him just for the sake of having him. It scared me to think how easy it would be to lose Jet, and I didn't want that to happen.
I could hear some girls behind me talking about how big his hands were and what that could mean about the package in his pants. It took all my willpower to not turn around and glare at them. I had to play cool, however; he was all mine, so there was no need for me to have a complete meltdown. Julie was with me once again, and we had front row seats right beside where Jet's corner would be. He told me that he wanted me as close to him as possible, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. I noticed, too, that Katie wasn't in the back with the team. She was sitting in seats with friends as well, and I wondered why she decided to not be in Jet's corner that time around. Not that I wanted her to be or anything. The girl annoyed me to no end, and I truly didn't want her anywhere near Jet. She had gotten just a little too close for comfort, and just looking at her near him made me extremely uncomfortable.
I noticed as I looked around the arena that there were many people wearing Jet's apparel. I thought it was cute to see my boyfriend’s name printed on shirts, and people actually loved him enough to wear it and show their support for him as a fighter. Like I said, I knew he was bound to be going places.
The shirts were black, and the scrawl was white, so I could pick out the shirts all over the arena. I would have to remember to ask him if there were ladies’ sizes, as I wanted to wear one for his next fight. The finals were a pretty big deal, and that was made obvious by the fact that it was standing room only at that point. The crowd was already going insane, and the fighters hadn't even come out yet.
Just then, his entry was announced. “Jettt! Here's the fighter you have all been waiting for! Come on out, Jet!”
He appeared from behind the curtain, and headed down to the cage. He looked incredible and fit, ready to take on the world. Jet met with his team, and then went into position in the cage.
“And now, Eric, the man known for terrifying his opponents!” While Eric made his way down to the cage, Jet met my eyes, and they were burning hot for me. My heart started beating harder immediately. Not only was my heart beating faster, but I suddenly feel very aroused by the sight of him. I knew what he was thinking when he looked at me, and it reminded me of the last time we were together. He was primed to fight Eric, but I think that he may be even more primed for me after the fight. I was sure he was going to fight to the death, like he always did, but then he would want to fuck me after, and I was more than okay with that.
“Wow, he is so hot for you! How do you keep your clothes on with that guy?”
I giggled. “It's a little intoxicating, to be sure.”
“No doubt. I think I need to start dating a fighter. So set me up with one, will you?”
I laughed. “Okay, will do. He's totally going to win this, I just know it.”
With both fighters in the cage, things were about to get interesting. The bell rang, and everyone in the arena went still as the two fighters approached each other. It really didn’t matter how many times I have seen a fight; the experience is enthralling. It was hard to pinpoint Jet's fighting strategy, as it was always different with every opponent. Jet must know something the rest of us didn’t, because as soon as they moved toward each other, he started hitting fast, super fast. I heard the pop, pop, pop, from punches hitting their mark as Eric stumbled back from the impact.
“We love you Jet!” a girl screamed. “Knock him out, and you can have me!”
I quite literally did turn around in my seat to get a glimpse of that one. She wore his shirt, and she was toned and taut like a female bodybuilder. Where did these girls come from, anyway?
Jet was up there, fighting like a machine, and I had to admit, he never looked sexier. The fight was in full swing, and my stomach had a million butterflies flying around in it. I was having a hard time breathing, but so far, everything was going right. His muscles were rippling as he hooked with his left and then blocked a punch coming at him. Jet countered with a few jabs, and finished off with a straight punch that slammed into Eric like a freight train. Eric rocked on his heels.
Jet moved back and watched. It appeared that he was waiting to see what Eric was going to do next. It wasn't long before he found out. Eric charged at Jet, and when he did, Jet feinted as Eric swung right. Jet came back with a punch to the gut, ribs, and also the jaw. Eric was starting to look sweaty and bloody; he hadn't been able to pull off much on Jet.
The girls in the arena were going nuts at that point, and I could barely breathe myself.
Eric came at Jet and landed a punch on his face, and just as his hand dropped, Jet shot out a high kick and landed it against Eric's head.
After that, one right hook landed Eric on the canvas, and the next thing I knew, Jet's arm was raised up in the air as the victor for the night. Jet didn’t smile. His nostrils flared, and he looked exhausted, but he had that fire in his eyes. The crowd was going crazy, and once again, Jet met my eyes. He was trying to catch his breath as he watched me, and I could tell he wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me.
I couldn’t wait to have him all to myself after the fight. Not only did I want him to take me in the most aggressive way, but I also wanted him to cuddle me, and make me feel warm and safe.
“Jettt!!” the crowd screamed as he was announced the winner of that evening’s fight. He was pumped―I could see it, and I was so thrilled that my man won the title fight of the finals!
He came out of the cage, and I stood up as he came to me, and embraced me in a kiss that I would never forget.