by Jane Price
“I have a lot of work to do with you… but I won’t give up on you...” In a matter of minutes she had him working up a sweat and throwing punches left and right at the punching bag, turning him into an adrenaline filled punching machine.
“Stagger your legs. A strong base makes for a stronger punch!” She yelled at him, cheering him on, making him punch harder and harder until his arms were sore. Even through the pain he continued to train with her, motivated by her voice, and of course, her good looks. After about an hour, they stopped. Vincent collapsed in exhaustion, breathing hard.
Cassandra handed him a bottle of water and smiled. “You did well. I am proud of you.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, looking at him. As she did, a tall man with orange shorts walked into the ring. They looked at him. Vincent suddenly tensed up.
“Benjamin Clevosky,” Cassandra looked at him, her eyes lighting up. Benjamin was her favorite fighter in the Triple S and he was the current heavyweight champion. She used to love watching his matches with her father when he was still healthy. “It’s an honor. I am a big fan.” Benjamin smirked at her. Vincent looked away, a frown on his face.
“So… the Baby Brazilian is being trained by a girl now. How pathetic.” The man’s Russian accent was thick as he said the words and walked closer to Vincent. Cassandra frowned as she heard the hostility in the man’s voice. What did this man have against Vincent?
For the first time, Vincent got up and faced his enemy. He looked at him and squared up to him even though he was significantly shorter than the Russian man.
“Oh, are you a tough guy now? Huh? Well… you won’t be tough for long…” He smirked about to pull back and punch Vincent when Cassandra suddenly stepped between the two men. Benjamin looked down at her and scoffed.
“You have a woman fight your fights for you now too? You are too pathetic to hit, Brazilian.” The Russian glared at Vincent, who tried to stay confident despite the humiliation he felt. He felt ashamed that Cassandra had to stand up for him. He wanted to be able to fight like a real man and stand up to men like Benjamin.
Cassandra glared at the Russian before he finally left the ring. “Wow… I didn’t know that guy was a total asshole. He isn’t getting my support anymore…” She said as she turned around and looked at Vincent. “Why was he such a jerk to you?” She asked.
“I don’t know… but he has always treated me badly. It’s probably because I am new around here.” Vincent answered honestly.
“I think he is just intimidated,” Cassandra said, looking at Vincent, who looked skeptical. A deep laugh suddenly filled the room.
“You think I am intimidated by this small man?” Benjamin called out from the top of the steps. Cassandra looked at him, walking up to the fence surrounding the ring.
“I know you are,” she said, confidently. Benjamin laughed once more. “In fact, Vincent challenges you to a fight.” There was a pause. “For the heavyweight title!”
Chapter 6
Benjamin looked at the woman, a little surprised. Was this woman being serious? He stopped a moment to look at her, reading her face. He suddenly burst out laughing. “If you want to kill his career and put him in the hospital, be my guest. The match will be at the end of the month.” He said before walking out of the room.
Vincent watched as the swinging doors swung back and forth as the man left. Was Cassandra being serious? How was he going to fight someone like Benjamin without getting seriously hurt? He wanted to honor his brother’s memory, but he also wanted to stay safe. He didn’t want to get himself killed.
“Cassandra… you can’t be serious… that guy has six inches and one hundred pounds on me… if you haven’t noticed I am a lightweight fighter.” His eyes were large and there was a small hint of fear inside of them. Cassandra looked up at him with burning eyes. He could tell she wouldn’t stray away from her determination to make this fight a reality.
“I don’t want to hear another word out of you… I don’t care about it… I will train you myself and by the end of the month I will make you a fighting machine and Benjamin will not know what hit him!” Cassandra looked excited as she said the words. Vincent could tell that she had the utmost confidence in him and he wondered how she could think he was capable of beating someone like Benjamin.
“Are you sure?” He asked, looking at her, his eyes pleading with her to reconsider. She nodded, a smile on her face.
“Yes. But that means we have to train twice as hard. Let’s go!” In a moment’s notice, they were back into training mode, training harder than ever. Cassandra was a born coach and Vincent was a born student. Soon they were working together effortlessly and Vincent was making great progress.
By the end of the day, Vincent was exhausted but he felt better about himself. Maybe he could beat Benjamin. There was now an inkling of hope in his heart.
“How do you feel?” Cassandra asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow, taking a sip of water, looking at Vincent. He smiled and walked over to her before kissing her lips gently.
“Better… knowing that you support me 100%.” He looked at her with a loving gaze in his eyes. Cassandra blushed before looking away for a moment.
“Hey… don’t worry about Benjamin. Size doesn’t matter. The bigger they are the harder they fall anyway, so you’ll have an advantage over him. All you have to do is get comfortable with your body and know what you are good at and you will beat him. I am sure of it.” Cassandra smiled up at him, her face beaming as she cheered him on. He smiled at her words, believing them as he picked her up and kissed her.
She wrapped her legs around him and smiled as she returned the kiss, her hands gently caressing the side of his face with her small, delicate hands. He smiled before pulling away. “Hey… do you want to come to my house … I’ll cook dinner maybe… I need to thank you for today… and yesterday…” He blushed a little as he whispered at her. He looked up at her with a hopeful look. She bit her lip and looked back at him. It was not like her to go on a second date with someone, but for some reason, Vincent was making her break all of her own rules.
“Okay… tonight?”
***
“Wow… I’m impressed.” Cassandra whispered as she looked at the dinner table. There were two well-decorated plates of steak, mashed potatoes, assorted vegetables, and salad on the table. She had never seen a man cook like this before and she was pleasantly surprised.
Vincent looked at her with a bashful look. “Oh… well in Brazil… men love to cook… my father taught me when I was younger…” He rubbed his neck nervously as he turned bright red. “I hope you like it…” He whispered, looking away feeling embarrassed. Cassandra chuckled before kissing his cheek. She couldn’t get over how cute he was.
After their romantic dinner together, the atmosphere became thick with sexual anticipation. Cassandra could feel herself wanting Vincent as she looked at him from across the dinner table.
“Um… maybe we could go to my room and watch a movie or something?” Vincent offered, trying to break the awkwardness filling the room. Cassandra nodded and together they made their way to his room. It was a little messy but much cleaner than the rooms of most men. Cassandra was once again impressed with Vincent.
They soon laid together in his bed, watching the movie. They didn’t watch the movie for long, however. Soon, they were kissing and after that, they found themselves touching and holding each other. Before they knew it, Vincent was on top of her, slowly kissing her skin.
He smiled as he felt her soft skin against his lips. She was so soft and silky, he never wanted to stop touching her. His hands ran up and down her body as he tried to make her feel good. His finger slowly trailed over her pussy, making her moan out softly. He smirked down at her before slowly leaning down and taking one of her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple gently. She moaned a little louder.
After a moment, he felt his dick coming to life, wanting attention. He looked at her, and with one quick thrust, he was balls deep inside o
f her tight pussy. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her walls wrap around him, squeezing his member. He blushed a little before leaning down and kissing her lips, as his hands intertwined with hers. He held her arms above her head. He smiled to himself as they continued to make out and he started to thrust in and out of her.
The night passed like this, with them making deep and passionate love. Cassandra had never been a fan of missionary, but for some reason, this felt so good. So right. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his spine with her fingers which sent a shiver through his body as he looked into her hazel eyes lovingly.
Vincent continued to make sweet love to her, making the night as romantic as possible, hoping that Cassandra would never forget it. She smiled and kissed his neck, knowing this moment was special. Soon, however, she was shaking with pleasure, getting close to climax. Vincent could feel her pussy quivering around him and smiled a bit, going a little faster, trying to make her orgasm for him. In a moment, her nails were digging into his back as she arched her own back while screaming out his name in pleasure.
Vincent beamed with pride as he heard his name escape her lips. It felt good to make her feel good and soon he was also blowing his load all over her. Breathing hard, they both collapsed on the bed, their hearts pounding in their chests. Cassandra looked over at Vincent and blushed as she shivered in pleasure. Deep down she knew she was falling for this man.
Chapter 7
The audience was in a state of excitement as they waited for the big fight. It was the talk of the city, a fight everyone had been waiting for. The heavyweight champion Benjamin Clevosky was putting his belt on the line against Vincent Hayes, a lightweight Brazilian rooky. Most of the viewers predicted a fight full of bloodshed and a quick ending for Vincent. Nonetheless, there were some people in the audience rooting for the underdog, especially Cassandra.
She was excited as she waited for the two men to make their appearance in the ring. She had trained with Vincent every day until they were both completely exhausted by their efforts. Tonight would be the night their hard work would finally pay off.
Cassandra was at the edge of her seat, excitement running through her veins as she thought of Vincent holding the heavyweight championship belt over his head. She bit her lip as she thought of it slung over his well-sculpted hips. Cassandra promised to congratulate him well when they got home that night.
As she thought about this, the introductory music of Benjamin came on. She glared at him as he cockily walked up to the ring, getting in, and showing off the belt he currently owned. Cassandra couldn’t believe that Benjamin had been her favorite fighter in the Triple S.
Soon enough, Vincent’s song came on and he walked into the ring with a modest stance. Cassandra frowned when she heard a loud, collective boo sound throughout the audience. How could they not like him?
The two men shook hands before receding to their respective corners. Cassandra’s eyes followed her new boyfriend smiling encouragingly at him as he looked in her direction. “You’ll do great!” She yelled out and he smiled as his temporary coach placed a mouth guard between his teeth. He spat out words of advice at the young Brazilian, but he didn’t think Vincent would last one round with the Russian.
Soon enough, the bell rang and the two men got up, looking at each other. There was a moment of silence as the anticipation in the room reached its maximum point. Suddenly, there was another buzz of the bell and the fight began. At first, the two men moved around the ring slowly, gauging each other’s moves. Benjamin had a clear weight and height advantage against Vincent, but it seemed like Vincent was faster.
As the two of them made their third revolution around the ring, Vincent, to everyone’s surprise, landed the first blow. He smirked as his fist came into contact with Benjamin’s face. This successful hit increased Vincent’s confidence in himself.
He started to think that maybe he would be able to win this fight and prove everyone wrong. However, Benjamin just chuckled, looking at Vincent. It seemed like the punch didn’t affect the huge man at all.
Vincent quickly noticed this and kept on his feet, trying to throw more punches at him, but Benjamin easily avoided most of them. Vincent wondered why Benjamin had yet to throw a punch. As Vincent was about to land a kick on the side of Benjamin’s face his whole world turned upside down.
With one punch Benjamin knocked Vincent to the ground. There was a loud crack that sounded through the ring as Vincent’s nose took a sharp turn to the left, obviously broken. He collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out of his nose as he laid there.
He could hear the referee start his count. Vincent knew he had until the count of ten to get up, but his body felt like it weighed a ton. He tried to move his arms, but nothing happened. He cursed himself, trying to will himself to get up. The referee was already at number 7. He didn’t have much time. Vincent put all the effort he had into moving, but still he stayed immobile.
“Ten! … And the victor is Benjamin Clevosky! Heavyweight champion!”
Chapter 8
Benjamin walked out of the ring with a cocky smile on his face. Cassandra glared at him, anger coursing through her veins. Why did the man have to be such a jerk? When the fight was over she quickly got up and made her way into the ring.
“Vincent!” She yelled out as she climbed inside. She kneeled down by Vincent, thinking he was unconscious. However, as she walked up to him she saw his pained eyes looking up at her. He looked disappointed with himself. “Hey… you did great.” Cassandra whispered softly as she ran her fingers through Vincent's hair.
After a moment, she got up and grabbed a towel from the side of the ring and started to gently clean off Vincent’s face. Vincent wanted to look away, but he was too light headed to move. He wanted to run away and hide from Cassandra and everyone else that had believed in him. He felt ashamed. He felt pathetic for letting Benjamin knock him out in the first round.
Cassandra, however, was proud of him. He hadn’t won the fight, but he had composed himself in a dignified manner and had stood up to a man much bigger than him. In retrospect, Vincent did very well.
Eventually, Vincent found the strength to move. He sat up and looked at Cassandra. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes that he quickly wiped away before taking off his boxing gloves in frustration.
“Cassandra… I’m sorry…” He whispered, his eyes downcast. He refused to look at her as he looked down at the blood stain on the ring.
“Hey… don’t apologize! You did really well!” She said, trying to cheer him up. His frown only deepened.
“I was knocked out in the first round, Cassandra. The first round. That’s pathetic.” He said, spite in his voice. He hated how weak he was. He hated how he was unable to live up to his brother’s legacy. He felt like he was letting everyone down.
In frustration, he got up, wincing in pain. Cassandra, still sitting down, looked up at him with large eyes. She wondered what he was doing. Before she could react he was walking out of the ring. Somehow, he managed the energy needed to run out of the ring. He needed to be alone. Cassandra frowned as she watched the doors swing behind him.
Cassandra was about to get up and follow her boyfriend when someone suddenly grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream out, but there was a large hand covering her mouth. She tried to scream and struggle, but the man who grabbed her was too strong. Suddenly she felt him apply pressure to one of her pressure points. As he did, everything went black.
***
Vincent looked out at the dark water as the waves crashed against the rocky shore. No one came to this abandoned bridge and it felt good to be alone as the wind stung his face. He looked down at the dark water and imagined what it would be like to jump and allow the water to come over him, to swallow him whole.
Before he could continue to think about it his cell phone started to buzz in his pocket. He sighed before taking it out, looking at the screen. There was an unknown number staring at him. He scrunched his face before answering. H
e wondered who it could be.
“Hello?”
“Vincent.” There was a rough voice sounding through the line. Vincent’s eyes grew big as he recognized Benjamin’s voice. What did he want? “I think I have something you might want back.” Vincent looked confused. What did he mean?
“Benjamin, what the hell are you talking about?”
“I have Cassandra.” Vincent’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he thought about the meaning behind Benjamin’s words.
“What do you mean? What are you going to do with her?” Vincent said through strained teeth.
“Nothing… if you meet me at the abandoned RadioX warehouse downtown. Come within the hour and I promise I won’t lay a finger on her… maybe.” Vincent could almost see the smirk on Benjamin’s face. He felt sick to his stomach as he thought of Cassandra stuck with him.
“I will be there. Don’t you dare touch her.” With his blood boiling, Vincent quickly got into his car before speeding off toward the destination. As he pushed the limits of his car he thought about Cassandra. He couldn’t let her get hurt.