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himself. It is not uncommon for fighters to suffer severe brain damage.
But he always tells me that if that happens, it was still worth it. His love
for the sport means more to him than anything. I have to admire that passion.
The cage master starts the fight and a swift kick almost nails Mike in the jaw.
But in pure Mike style, he shoots taking the guy to the ground. I know the
fight could end now but Mike makes more money the longer it lasts. So with
that, he gets up, letting his opponent get back to his feet. Up down, up down.
This is getting ridiculous. My heart is in my throat as I stand there watching
these two beat the shit out of each other. All of a sudden, hands wrap around
my waist and a head rested on my shoulder. I could just smell him and a calm
settled over me.
      "Breathe,
he will be fine."
      I would say
he was right. That I had not taken a breath since the first round ended, but if
I could smell him, I had to be breathing. He was gone as fast as he appeared.
That was when I knew I was holding my breath. I just wasn’t sure if it was
because of the fight or me never getting to have Colt the way I really wanted.
      The fight
was lasting too long. I started wondering if Mike was as in control as I
thought. Just as that thought left my mind, Mike grabbed the guy’s waist and
rammed him into the fence. Blow by blow his opponent was weakening. Mike
continued to crouch down until he was able to drop him. Once they were on the
ground, it was game over. Mike put him in an arm bar, then the choke hold.
Within seconds, Mister kick boxer was tapping out.
      We all
started screaming and jumping up and down. Jason was calling Heather
immediately. You could hear him through the phone. Everyone was so happy that
shots started to be poured. Geoff came over and gave me a huge hug. He picked
me up by my butt forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I was not
thinking anything of it, but apparently Colt was. He walked over, grabbed me
under the arms, lifted me off Geoff and set me down. I looked up at him and he
didn’t look happy. But that look was not directed at me. He was looking at
Geoff.
      Geoff didn’t
look like he was ready to let this go either.
      “What the
fuck, Jennings? From what I heard her say earlier, you guys are just
friends."
      "Well
just remember this, you grab any of my "friends’" asses again, you
will be dealing with me. Sadie isn't one of the whores here. So don't make her
look like one. If that's what you want, take your pick in the kitchen."
      Geoff stood
up tall. He was intimidating, standing at 6'6”. Probably the tallest guy I
know. He had blond hair with just enough natural curl to make it look like the
messy I just had sex look. He had bright blue eyes and was very muscular. He was
attractive, but I wouldn’t want to mess with him. Well, maybe the fun kind of
mess with him, but none of that seemed to faze Colt, he was ready to act. I
walked up to Colt, put my hand over his clinched fist, and forced him to look
at me.
      "He
didn't do anything Dave, Shawn, Mike, Bryan or any of my other friends wouldn't
have done. We were celebrating. It had turned into a good night after all.
Please, do not ruin it."
      Colt looked
down at me and then walked away, leaving me to try to figure all this out. I
just did not feel like getting in the middle of their cock fight. Mike had won
and that was a reason to celebrate.
      "Who's
up for beer pong? I need a partner!"
      Several
hours and way too much to drink later, I was on the
couch ready to pass out. Most of the people had left already. In fact, I didn’t
see Heather anywhere. She wouldn’t have left me here, that was just one of our
rules neither one of us would break. I was so drunk that walking to find her,
walking in general, was not sounding too appealing, so I laid my head back and
closed my eyes. I woke up a little while later feeling someone’s hand rubbing
my leg. Higher and higher the hand was going. Normally I would freak