Dog Days (BWWM/Interracial MMA Erotic Romance Urban Novella) Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Diana D. Jackson
him.
The Spaniard got back on his feet but his face was covered in blood. “Diego is back up! We still have a good deal of time on the clock. Let’s see if Marquez can turn this around.”
The other commentator wasn’t as certain. “But he looks like he’s seen some wear and tear. The referee might stop the fight if Brendan keeps this up.”
Diego tried to counterattack after the beating he took. However, his injuries and fatigue were taking their toll on him. His swings became wild and missed there mark. The fighter looked more like a drunken man at a brawl than a trained fighter.
It didn’t help that Brendan looked like he had barely broken a sweat. The man’s movement were quick yet efficient. He preferred to make his hits and doges count. His conditioning had paid off in spades.
There was also this extra spring in Brendan’s step. Ever since we became lovers, there was this joy in him I hadn’t seen before. He seemed to be happier than he had ever been following Lisa’s death. He loved his craft. He loved his life.
He loved me.
“The Bulldog looks to be in top form! He’s going for the jugular!”
“It’s been an action-packed two minutes and it’s just the first round! The crowd and the fans at home have been in for a treat tonight!”
Finally, Brendan moved in to finish the job. Taking advantage of a sloppy punch by Diego, he delivered two quick punches that forced his opponent backwards and into a daze. Then, the Bulldog went low on the ground. With a powerful uppercut, the Bulldog rose off the ground and sent the Spaniard flying across the Octagon.
Diego landed with painful crash against the metal cage of the Octagon. His family, who sat near me, yelled for him to get up. His coach was yelling at him at the top of his lungs. His fans were losing their minds over the fall of their hero.
He did not get up.
The commentators said what everyone knew. “It’s over! It’s over! Diego is out cold!”
“What a spectacular debut for Brendan ‘the Bulldog’ Douglas. Who would have thought he would win by knockout less than three minutes into the first round? A fantastic performance!”
The commentary board was going crazy for this victory. “This guy is a bookie’s nightmare!”
“We have a young champion in the making! Brendan Douglas is the winner in convincing fashion!”
Diego’s crew went to help their fallen fighter to his feet to no avail. Breaking tradition, the referee went to the last fighter standing and raised his hand in victory. Brendan Douglas had just won his first UFC fight.
With his free hand, he pointed straight at me in the ringside seating.
The crowd cheered thinking it was a bit of showmanship from the normally reserved man. However, I knew he had fought for me. I couldn’t help but wave back at him along with the rest of his fans.
Unfortunately, Brendan became entangled with the ceremony and media blitz that occurs after every major UFC fight. I had to leave for the hotel alone. I picked up Romeo on the way back. I went to sleep with the little bulldog slumbering at my feet on the bed.
The man of the hour showed up in the following morning looking exhausted. I gave him a hug and a kiss. The man looked like a champion and I felt like one in his arms.
“I could have gone a couple of hours against Diego,” he laughed, weary from the aftermath of the fight. “It’s just dealing with the press that takes the wind out of me. I can handle the fights but the media is another story.”
I giggled. “Well, you’ll have some time to relax before going back the grind.”
He sighed. “At least my next match is a few months away. I won’t have to deal with the media as much until then.”
I grabbed a hold of his hand. “This calls for a
The Spaniard got back on his feet but his face was covered in blood. “Diego is back up! We still have a good deal of time on the clock. Let’s see if Marquez can turn this around.”
The other commentator wasn’t as certain. “But he looks like he’s seen some wear and tear. The referee might stop the fight if Brendan keeps this up.”
Diego tried to counterattack after the beating he took. However, his injuries and fatigue were taking their toll on him. His swings became wild and missed there mark. The fighter looked more like a drunken man at a brawl than a trained fighter.
It didn’t help that Brendan looked like he had barely broken a sweat. The man’s movement were quick yet efficient. He preferred to make his hits and doges count. His conditioning had paid off in spades.
There was also this extra spring in Brendan’s step. Ever since we became lovers, there was this joy in him I hadn’t seen before. He seemed to be happier than he had ever been following Lisa’s death. He loved his craft. He loved his life.
He loved me.
“The Bulldog looks to be in top form! He’s going for the jugular!”
“It’s been an action-packed two minutes and it’s just the first round! The crowd and the fans at home have been in for a treat tonight!”
Finally, Brendan moved in to finish the job. Taking advantage of a sloppy punch by Diego, he delivered two quick punches that forced his opponent backwards and into a daze. Then, the Bulldog went low on the ground. With a powerful uppercut, the Bulldog rose off the ground and sent the Spaniard flying across the Octagon.
Diego landed with painful crash against the metal cage of the Octagon. His family, who sat near me, yelled for him to get up. His coach was yelling at him at the top of his lungs. His fans were losing their minds over the fall of their hero.
He did not get up.
The commentators said what everyone knew. “It’s over! It’s over! Diego is out cold!”
“What a spectacular debut for Brendan ‘the Bulldog’ Douglas. Who would have thought he would win by knockout less than three minutes into the first round? A fantastic performance!”
The commentary board was going crazy for this victory. “This guy is a bookie’s nightmare!”
“We have a young champion in the making! Brendan Douglas is the winner in convincing fashion!”
Diego’s crew went to help their fallen fighter to his feet to no avail. Breaking tradition, the referee went to the last fighter standing and raised his hand in victory. Brendan Douglas had just won his first UFC fight.
With his free hand, he pointed straight at me in the ringside seating.
The crowd cheered thinking it was a bit of showmanship from the normally reserved man. However, I knew he had fought for me. I couldn’t help but wave back at him along with the rest of his fans.
Unfortunately, Brendan became entangled with the ceremony and media blitz that occurs after every major UFC fight. I had to leave for the hotel alone. I picked up Romeo on the way back. I went to sleep with the little bulldog slumbering at my feet on the bed.
The man of the hour showed up in the following morning looking exhausted. I gave him a hug and a kiss. The man looked like a champion and I felt like one in his arms.
“I could have gone a couple of hours against Diego,” he laughed, weary from the aftermath of the fight. “It’s just dealing with the press that takes the wind out of me. I can handle the fights but the media is another story.”
I giggled. “Well, you’ll have some time to relax before going back the grind.”
He sighed. “At least my next match is a few months away. I won’t have to deal with the media as much until then.”
I grabbed a hold of his hand. “This calls for a
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