Undisputed
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For now, my focus was on my opponent, Jacob Kirsey, and reclaiming my title. He had been talking a lot of shit leading up to our fight about how he wasn’t going to lose his title to a pansy-ass cocksucker like me. I was looking forward to shoving my fist in his face and my foot up his ass. My aikido coach finished taping up my hands and putting on my gloves. We slapped fists together as his way of giving me his encouragement.
“Go out there and kick his ass, Macio,” Hiko said.
“Damn straight. His ass will be left crying in that ring, or knocked out, either or is fine with me,” I said.
“All right, it’s time,” Barry announced.
“Give him hell, baby,” Aiden said and he grabbed the back of my head, bending me to his for one of his soul-melting kisses. “Win for me, Champ.”
“I love you,” I said.
He smiled. “I love you too. Now, go out there and do what you do… second best.”
I frowned. “Second, what’s first?”
His grin turned wicked and full of lust. “What you’re going to do to me after the fight.”
Oooh, hell yeah. “And you know it.” I slapped his ass and he released me. I turned, following Barry out of the dressing room. We made our way to the octagon and I was greeted with mostly cheers. There were some boos, but that was always the case. I didn’t care why those people didn’t like me. Fuck them. I climbed inside the octagon to more roars from the crowd and flashing lights of the cameras. My theme music blared a little longer as I flexed my muscles for the audience so they could see what good shape I was in.
When Jacob’s music came on, there were just as many cheers for him as there were boos. I guessed people didn’t appreciate him being the champ without actually winning the belt from the real champion. This match was going to set it all straight, the fighter who actually deserved to wear the belt and title. He entered the octagon, all pumped up and talking more shit. After his theatrical display, we stepped up to each other to hear the referee go over the rules.
“I’m going to beat the fag out of your ass, boy,” Jacob taunted.
I laughed. “Bitch, you’re about to get your ass beat by a fag,” I shot back, then blew him a kiss.
My taunt had the desired effect as he tried to lunge at me, but the referee stopped him. I laughed in his face even more and flexed my muscles to more cheers from the crowd. They were ready to see shit go down, and I wasn’t about to disappoint.
The referee stepped back, the bell rung, and the fight began. Jacob threw a right hook that I blocked and he kicked, but I tucked my elbow, protecting my ribs. I let him be on the offense, waiting for him to leave himself open. I’d been watching his fights, and he had a weakness… I just had to wait for him to present the opportunity for me to take him out. I threw a kick, which he blocked; when he went for a left jab, I stepped to the side and countered with a powerful right hook. He took it square on the jaw, which snapped his head back. I followed with a swift kick to his face, which surely broke his nose. Blood poured from his nostrils as he fell to the mat. That was when I pounced on him, throwing a bevy of blows until the referee pulled me off.
I stepped back as the crowd went crazy. The referee checked Jacob out. My opponent looked dizzy as hell as his eyes rolled around in his head. Seeing as he was unable to continue the fight, the ref declared him knocked out to the ring of the bell. I yelled in triumph as I raised my hands in the air. My crew poured inside the gated octagon, crowding around me in their excitement. I was so happy to have not only reclaimed my title in the first round, but I also proved to the world that you couldn’t hold me back. To add the cherry on top, I got a kick out of shutting Jacob’s homophobic ass down. Let that be a lesson to anyone else who dared to call me a fucking pansy.
I hugged my coaches and crew as they congratulated me on my victory.
“Shit, you knocked his ass out in less than three minutes, kid!” Barry beamed. I smiled and hugged him again.
“Thanks to you never giving up on me, Barry.”
“Never, kid.” Barry hugged me again, then raised my hand in the air, to the audience’s delight.
Even though I was surrounded by people who cared about me and stood by me, I knew someone was missing. I moved through my crew and looked out by the side to see Aiden standing there, clapping and cheering.
“You, come here,” I said as I beckoned him with my whole arm.
Aiden smiled and climbed inside of the octagon, then made his way over to me. “Congratulations, baby. I knew you could do it.”
I grabbed him by his face. “With you in my life, there’s nothing we can’t accomplish.” I kissed him in front of everyone. The crowd erupted even more; there were some boos, but there were also some cheers, and that was good. Of course, it could have been all boos and I wouldn’t have given a shit, but it was nice to know there was some support out there. I pulled away and hugged Aiden close to me as we continued to celebrate.
Soon, we had the official ceremony of declaring me the winner and I stood there, proud as the referee wrapped my championship belt back around my waist, where it belonged. Of course, I had to shower and dress in time for the post-fight interview. I concluded that as fast as I could and when I got back to my hotel, Aiden was waiting on me.
There he was, naked on the bed. “Welcome back, Champ.”
Oh hell yeah, life was better than a motherfucker. I smiled as I walked over to him, shedding my clothes along the way. “Are you ready for this dick I’m about to give you?”
“Bring it,” he said, then licked his lips.
“Just know, you asked for it. I don’t want to hear any complaints in the morning about why you can’t walk right.”
“Stop talking shit and put your words into action.”
“That ass is mine.” I pointed at it.
“Come get it.” Aiden smirked and winked.
“Oh, hell yeah,” I grinned and claimed what was mine for the second time tonight.
Six months later…
Celebrating with Macio in the octagon after a win never got old. The feelings that came over me when he pulled me to him for a victory hug and a kiss for the world to witness were nearly indescribable. If forced to a pick a phrase, I’d go with deliriously happy.
I’d heard Macio referred to as an undisputed fighter many times since he first entered the ring, but he became so much more – a true champion. I watched him grow, not only as an athlete, but as a man who was proud of who he was and who he loved. Over the past few months, he became even more involved with LGBT shelters and charities. He was making lasting impacts on people’s lives that would last for decades after he hung up his gloves and he did it because it felt right, not for any kind of notoriety. In fact, the spotlight made him very uncomfortable, which made the fact that he was being honored for Ringside’s courage award quite hilarious.
“I can’t believe I have to wear this monkey suit,” Macio groused while trying to fix his bowtie. “Did you rig this award?” he asked for the tenth time. He wasn’t the only one bitching that my boyfriend was receiving the honor. There were plenty of people who were upset that their preferred nominee didn’t win and speculated that it was because of me that Macio won.
“You know that I didn’t,” I replied patiently, also for the tenth time. I went to him and pushed his fumbling hands away from the tie and fixed it myself while he poked fun of me for knowing how to properly tie a bowtie in the first place. That remark led into another one about my loafers. I ignored his comments and said, “You know I’d never put you in a position that made you uncomfortable.”
Macio wrapped both arms around me and held me tight against him once I was finished. “All your talk about positions is making me horny,” he growled before nipping my ear with his sharp teeth.
I snorted, then replied with, “You don’t need an excuse to be horny, Champ. That’s a constant thing.” I stood back and ran my hands over his shoulders that looked a mile wild in the classic black tuxedo jacket. His beauty never failed t
o take my breath away. Mine. “Besides, I can’t wait to strip you out of this tux.” Hell, I’d been imagining it the moment he started to dress.
“I was hoping to save this tux for a special occasion,” Macio said.
“What in the world could be more special than receiving this honor?” I asked him.
Macio reached inside his tuxedo jacket and pulled out a small box in a well-known shade of blue. “As special as tonight’s award is, I was hoping to wear this tux on the night you permanently joined your life with mine.”
“Macio…” I covered my mouth with my hands as tears stung the back of my eyes.
“So, I decided this tux would be the one I wore when I asked you to marry me instead. I’ll buy a new one for our wedding.” Macio lowered himself to one knee in front of me and opened the box to reveal two matching titanium rings. “Aiden James, will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I nodded vigorously to emphasize my words. Macio slid a ring on my finger and rose to his feet. I removed the one from the box that matched mine and slid it on the ring finger of his left hand. “They’re beautiful,” I said, looking at our hands.
“Titanium is strong, like our love,” Macio explained.
The searing kiss we shared almost made us late for the award banquet. I sat proudly in my seat and listened to my fiancé give a speech that was filled with humor, humility, and compassion. I was in awe that he was going to be my husband.
Much later, after the banquet and celebration sex, I took off my ring to marvel over the beautiful, masculine cut and noticed the engraving on the inside. I tilted the ring toward the light so I could read it better.
Our love is undisputed.
The End!
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