Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance

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by St. Clair, Aubrey


  "No," she finally answered.

  "Ah. It didn't look like that blow by Jackson was enough to open him up like that," he said. "That was a lot of blood though."

  "It didn't," she agreed. "He got that fighting the other day."

  "Oh," the man said. "What club does he train at?"

  "He doesn't," she said. "He fights... privately." She wasn't sure how legal what Joel did was, and didn't think it was her place to advertise what he did for a living to perfect strangers.

  The man looked at her questioningly, but she ignored it and turned her attention back to Joel.

  The two men were trading blows again, but it looked like Joel was back in form. Jackson had a cut over his left eye now, and was stumbling. None of his punches seemed to be connecting with Joel.

  Jackson threw a swinging roundhouse which Joel ducked easily, but when the man came back around he left himself open and Joel pounced, swinging his fist upwards and connecting hard against his opponent's jaw. It happened so fast that Amber almost missed it, but she was pretty sure that Jackson's feet left the ground for a second as the punch hit him from below. He flew backwards and landed flat on his back. Joel jumped forward and landed on his chest, raising a hand in the air to continue his assault, but before he could land the first punch the ref grabbed his arm and stopped the fight. Jackson was out cold, and Joel had won again.

  The crowd cheered much louder this time, but Amber wasn't sure whether it was because they were starting to root for Joel, or because the fight had ended in such a spectacular knock out. She suspected it was more of the latter, but she wanted to believe there was a little bit of both.

  She leapt to her own feet and let out a holler, clapping her hands furiously. Joel's eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on her, and he gave her a big smile. Her own smile grew even wider - it was the first time he had looked that happy since she met him.

  "That was a helluva KO," the man beside her said.

  "I'll say," she agreed.

  "Your boyfriend can certainly fight."

  Boyfriend? She didn't correct him. It wasn't his business anyway, and although Joel was far from being her boyfriend, she kind of liked the sound of it.

  The next match had already started before Joel joined her at their seats again. He had a new towel that he was holding against the back of his head. When he sat down, she took over holding it for him. There was ice in the middle of this one.

  "That was awesome," she said to him. "You really knocked that guy on his ass."

  "He was still leaving himself open," he said. "Lucky I noticed that earlier."

  "It was a good observation, no luck about it," the man next to them said.

  Joel just grunted noncommittally.

  "How's the head?" the man asked.

  Joel looked at him for a moment before saying anything. "It's fine," he said.

  "Your girlfriend here said you had that going in, that guy just opened it up again. By the amount of blood that was coming out, it must have been pretty bad. I'm surprised you're still fighting with that."

  Joel looked sharply at Amber, but she wasn't sure what he was angry about - the fact that she had been talking about his injury, or that he had referred to Amber as Joel's girlfriend. To her surprise, he didn't correct the man when he responded.

  "Well, like I said, it's fine. This fight was today. I didn't think it was worth missing over this. Injuries happen. Part of the gig."

  "It obviously isn't affecting his performance," Amber said defensively. "He's won both of his fights already."

  "No doubt," the man said. He smiled and returned his attention to the ring.

  After Joel shot her another look, he did the same and watched in silence. Within a few minutes, though, he began to comment on the action again. Amber took that to mean he had gotten over his annoyance.

  "This guy is new, he must have been one of the Byes."

  "What's that mean?" she asked.

  "He didn't fight in round one because they didn't have the full 16 entrants. Big advantage for him. He's a lot fresher as this is his first fight."

  Despite the advantage, however, the match ended shortly after with the fresh fighter eliminated.

  Amber and Joel spoke quietly for the five minutes between rounds, waiting for the third match to start. They stopped as the announcer took his spot in the middle of the ring. The first fighter he announced was one of the ones Amber recognized from earlier. She recalled Joel saying he was quick, but seemed to lack power. He was a thin fellow with a short goatee and bald head. He had won his first round by what Joel had called an arm bar. Some type of submission.

  "And next, originally from California but now a regular here at the Golden Dragon Dojo, weighing in at 245 pounds, Carlos Alvarez!" The crowd went wild as the tall Hispanic from earlier emerged from behind the curtain.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Joel

  Joel wasn't surprised to see Carlos enter the ring, he was obviously a fighter and already a member of the club. He was actually kind of happy that he was fighting. The guy was a prick, and Joel was looking forward to being matched up against him. He wanted a chance to punch him in the face a few times.

  He leaned forward in interest as the bell sounded to start the fight. The smaller fighter, Darien, seemed to run around the ring, back and forth in a confusing manner that seemed to have no real purpose. But after watching him fight the first time, Joel knew that was part of his game. Without warning, he leapt at Carlos and landed on him, wrapping his arms and legs around the bigger man after taking a running leap in an effort to throw him off balance.

  Carlos stumbled, but the big man wasn't about to go down so easily. Joel saw him widen his stance and bend his knees to maintain his balance as the smaller man clung to him, and then he pulled his right arm back and slammed it into the side of Darien's ribs. The smaller man dropped off of him immediately and stumbled backwards, holding his side in obvious discomfort.

  Carlos didn't waste a second. As soon as his opponent was on the ground, he pivoted on the ball of his left foot and swung his right leg around, connecting with Darien's head. The little man flew across the ring and landed on his back. He started to sit up immediately, but not quick enough. Faster than Joel would have expected for someone his size, Carlos leapt on top of him and started to pound into his head with his gloved fists. Darien started to try to defend himself, but too many blows had already slammed into him and his arms finally dropped as did his head. The ref jumped across Carlos to stop him from swinging and the match was called. He'd won in just over one minute. The crowd went crazy. Clearly Carlos had a lot of fans at the club.

  Joel glanced over at Amber, and the look she gave him in return was wide eyed and full of worry. He reached over and gave her leg a little squeeze. "He's strong and fast, I'll give him that," he said. The words were out of his mouth before he realized they'd be of no comfort to her, so he hastily added "but so am I."

  She just nodded, turning her head back to the ring to watch as the referee and medic sat with Darien, talking to him and making sure he was okay.

  He hadn't expected Carlos to be that good. He did think he could still take him, but then again, he also thought he would win over Brutus. I lost my focus that time. It won't happen again.

  A few minutes later, the next fight started. It went to a decision, and while the judges were talking, Joel continued to analyze the fight, correctly predicting the winner. "That's the right decision," he nodded.

  They had another 15 minute break before the semi final round. Just two matches left before the finale. This time he would be fighting second.

  Carlos was up first against a man who called himself Punisher. It was another two round match, but like the first time, Carlos won in the first round. It took him more than a minute, this time three of them, but it was another ground and pound knock out and the crowd roared even louder this time.

  "Joel," Amber said, as he stood up to make his way to the back. "Are you sure you're okay?" Her e
yes flicked down to the towel that he was holding, a dark red spot stained the center of it, but the bleeding had stopped again. For now.

  "Just two more fights," he said. "Then I'll take some time before I fight again. I promise." He smiled at her, and she gave a half smile back, but her eyes were full of worry. His hand reached up and touched her cheek, running his thumb across her smooth skin. He gave it a little pat and then headed to the back to get ready.

  When he got behind the curtain, Carlos was there talking to Marcus. When they saw Joel, they stopped talking and Marcus nodded at him, giving him a smile. "Great fighting, Joel," he said. "Good luck with the rest of your night." He patted him on the arm as he walked past and through the curtain to take his place back at the judges table.

  "You'll need more than luck if you beat this next guy, ese," Carlos sneered.

  "Why? Is your boyfriend Marcus going to fix the finale?" Joel asked in return. "That's the only way I see you winning."

  Carlos took a step forward, his fists clenching.

  "Bring it," Joel said, stepping toward the other man as well.

  The men were toe to toe and glaring at each other as the bell sounded and the announcer started to call Joel's name. He continued to stare Carlos down and then finally stepped back. "We can settle this in the ring," he said. Carlos wasn't worth him losing his chance in this tournament. There was just too much at stake.

  "Maybe once I beat you down, I'll take your little girlfriend for a spin. I bet she'd like to ride a real man. One that doesn't make her pay for his fights."

  Joel paused at the curtain, his teeth clenched as he fought internally to keep from spinning and knocking some teeth loose in the fool behind him. Instead, he finally just pushed forward and made his way to the ring.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Amber

  Joel looked like he was angry when he got into the ring, which surprised Amber as he had seemed relatively calm when he had left a few minutes ago. By the time his opponent was in front of him, though, he seemed to have more of a handle on himself.

  His opponent was a big man, surely out of Joel's weight class. The announcer had said he was 295 pounds and looked like he was at least 6'11. It hardly seemed like a fair fight, but she knew that the tournament was open to anyone. Even his nickname was imposing. He called himself the Steamroller.

  "Nervous?" the man beside her asked.

  It wasn't until he said this that she realized she was chewing on her thumbnail. She dropped her hands to her lap and gripped them tightly. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?" she said.

  "Something like that," he replied.

  The bell rang and the men started to circle.

  They started off trading blows, each man landing a few punches and kicks against the other. Within a few minutes, Joel was limping from a series of blows to the thigh that the bigger man had delivered, and Steamroller had a cut under his eye that was dripping blood down past his mouth.

  Just then, Joel leapt forward with a flying punch but he was deflected as Steamroller turned away and pushed him with one big hand. As Joel landed behind him, his opponent turned and slammed his fist into the back of his head.

  Joel spun around and his knees buckled. Amber jumped to her feet with a cry of anguish. That punch had looked like it was directed purposefully at his injury. "Oh my god, can he do that?" she cried out.

  Her neighbor answered her. "Do what? Hit Joel in his weak spot? Of course. That's smart fighting."

  That might be true, but it still seemed pretty dirty to her. Joel rolled onto his back as the big man came closer, lifting his legs to fend him off from getting on top of him.

  "Your boyfriend ought to stand up if he can," the man observed. "I've seen steamroller fight before. They don't call him that just because of his standing game. He can roll over his opponents on the ground pretty good as well."

  Joel was spinning on his back, keeping his legs between himself and his opponent, but each time he moved along the mat he would leave a fresh smear of blood in his wake. Finally, the ref stood him up again due to not enough action. Amber could see by the way he was swaying that he was having trouble standing, just like he'd been the other night when he'd first been hit.

  She quickly glanced at the clock. He only had to last another minute before the round ended. She held her breath as she waited out the clock. Steamroller threw a series of punches, most of which were blocked by Joel but she saw at least a couple of them connect. The big man moved forward with another onslaught, catching Joel on the side of his head and dropping him to his knees again. Joel's hands fell, and Amber's heart started to pound. Raise your hands, she screamed in her head. Protect yourself!

  It didn't look like Joel had anything left, but just as Steamroller was advancing, the bell ended the round and the ref jumped between them. Amber ran over to the side of the ring as Joel slowly stood up and made his way over. His feet were still unsteady and he was blinking rapidly.

  "I think you need to stop," she said when he got to her. "You're hurt!"

  "I'm not giving up," he replied simply.

  She picked up a towel and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around and then pressed it against him again. He winced without trying to hide it at all this time, so she knew it was bad.

  "Look, I know this whole thing is important, but it's not worth your health. You need to get this checked out, you might have a concussion."

  "I will," he said. "I will. After I'm done tonight. I'll go in the morning. You can come, if you want." He paused for a moment and before she could say anything, he added "I mean, please come. I'd like it if you were there with me."

  Amber blinked a couple of times, her eyes stinging. "Of course," she said softly.

  The referee gave Joel the signal that they were about to restart and she removed the towel. The red stain was much larger than it had been last round. She was about to try one last time to stop him from continuing but the bell sounded again and he started to move away.

  Fearing for what was to come, she ran back to her seat to watch the rest of the action.

  "Your boyfriend should probably forfeit," the stranger said. "That wound looks pretty bad."

  Amber just nodded, not wanting to take her eyes off Joel in case he needed her.

  He looked steadier on his feet as he approached the center of the ring. His larger opponent wore a sneer that seemed to indicate he knew he was in the lead and expected to finish things off quickly. He started with a feint and Joel staggered to react, his earlier steadiness beginning to waver. As he moved, Steamroller followed up with a real punch that caught him in the temple, sending him reeling backward. Amber gasped as she watched him hit the ropes and use them to steady himself.

  Steamroller moved forward, this time throwing a low kick that caught Joel in the shin and causing his knee to buckle slightly but he recovered and moved aside to avoid being hit by a follow up.

  "Joel needs a miracle, unfortunately," the man next to her said. "Even if he makes it to the end, the decision won't even be close. If I were his trainer, I'd throw in the towel to avoid further injury. I don't think this fight is winnable."

  Amber continued to ignore him. She wasn't his trainer, or manager, or anything, really. Joel would never forgive her if she made a move to try to stop the fight. But would his pride ever allow him to do it himself?

  Joel was standing tall again, but limping as he circled. There was less than two minutes left on the clock and then it would be over. Amber couldn't wait for the bell to ring. She just wanted to run up there and pull him away.

  Suddenly, Steamroller threw a quick jab and follow up but as Joel ducked his injured leg gave way, causing him to drop his knee to the mat. This put him underneath the guard of Steamroller, and he used that to his advantage by throwing two solid punches into his opponent's midsection.

  The blows caught Steamroller by surprise and the big man doubled over in pain. Joel reached up and grabbed a hold of his head, using his neck as leverage to
pull himself up and around, landing on the big man's back as he attempted to go for a choke.

  Steamroller was not interested in being knocked out, though, and he stood up to his full height, lifting Joel right off the ground. He struggled to unlock the grip of the man on his back, but when he was unsuccessful Amber watched as he staggered to the middle of the ring. He bent at the knees and then threw himself backward.

  She watched in horror as the two men crashed to the ground, Joel's head bouncing against the mat and then having Steamroller's head smash into his face on the rebound. Blood sprayed from Joel's nose, but somehow his arms remained fixed under the chin of the man on top of him. If anything, the movements only served to dig him in deeper.

 

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