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his stance.
Rushing toward his middle, I attack his center of gravity and take him to the mat.
“Take his arm, Cutter,” Garrett screams on the other side of the chain link. It’s not his arm I want—I’m going for the jugular, in a way. I want nothing more than for him to tap the mat, give up, and go home without the purse and definitely without the girl.
Don’t let the fight consume you.
The memory of Rian’s words and Garrett’s encouragement ring loudly over the excitement in the cage. Trying to shake Rian’s tagline from my head, I’m distracted long enough for this asshole to get one over on me.
He counters, I lose my footing, and it’s me who winds up on my back. Fighting to stop him from getting a full mount, I lose the battle when his legs straddle my waist.
Nope. I’m not going out like this.
Think, Cutter. Get out, Cutter. Win, Cutter. Get that prize from Josette, Cutter
. I keep chanting these things in my head until I realize his weakness. Smiling, I offer a counter of my own…and shove him completely off me. Standing and righting my balance immediately, I don’t waste a single second while he tries to recover.
While his back’s to me, I rush him like a furious bull seeing red, sliding into him and wrapping my legs around his middle. Before he has a moment to react, I have him locked in my crosshairs. Getting my forearm around his throat, the inner crease of my elbow cradling his Adam’s apple, I squeeze so tight the veins in my arm strain against the skin, and, just like I’ve been taught, I secure the hold with my opposite hand.
The ref kneels in front of us, intently watching the interaction, making sure I’m not breaking the rules and that he’s still breathing. After a few seconds, Jasper stops flailing and trying to break free. Then it happens: one minute twelve seconds since the bell rang, Jasper taps my arm and the ref waves his hands. Even though I don’t want to, I loosen my hold and scoot backward.
Jasper falls to the side as he catches his breath, and I look to my corner to see Garrett’s proud smile beaming back at me. Scanning the crowd, I find Josette bouncing up and down near Rian in the front row, punching the air and screaming.
In the center of the cage, the ref grabs both my and Jasper’s wrists as the announcer gives the decision on the fight.
“At one minute, twelve seconds, our champion by submission is…Cutter Greer.” The ref thrusts my arm in the air and the crowd erupts, mostly with cheers. Some people boo, but the vast majority are happy with the outcome, as am I.
I exit the cage to a welcoming embrace from Garrett, and with one arm wrapped around my shoulder while playfully punching me in the stomach with the other and telling me how proud I made him, we make our way back to the locker room, where Rian’s waiting.
“Now that’s how the fuck you do it,” she screams, and runs to me the second I enter the small room. “First fight and a first-round submission. Dude, you’re pretty fucking amazing.”
“It wasn’t as strange as I thought it would be,” I confess, pulling my street clothes out of the bag.
“Okay, you change,” Rian demands, pointing to me, then turns to Garrett. “I’ll get everything set up and Josette and I will meet you back at the gym. There’s gonna be a celebration tonight, boys.” Giddily, she exits the room and I can hear her screaming as she moves down the hall to the exit.
“I’ll meet you outside. Someone’s gonna have to rein that woman in,” Garrett jokes, clapping me on the shoulder before he runs after his wife.
I pull the sweatpants over my shorts and put on my T-shirt and hoodie. While I’m lacing up my shoes, Josette breaks through the door like a bat out of hell. “I am so fucking proud of you.”
I stand to greet her and the second my feet hit the floor, she jumps into my arms and presses her lips to mine. Startled, I steady myself and grab onto her waist. All I can think about is the
Rushing toward his middle, I attack his center of gravity and take him to the mat.
“Take his arm, Cutter,” Garrett screams on the other side of the chain link. It’s not his arm I want—I’m going for the jugular, in a way. I want nothing more than for him to tap the mat, give up, and go home without the purse and definitely without the girl.
Don’t let the fight consume you.
The memory of Rian’s words and Garrett’s encouragement ring loudly over the excitement in the cage. Trying to shake Rian’s tagline from my head, I’m distracted long enough for this asshole to get one over on me.
He counters, I lose my footing, and it’s me who winds up on my back. Fighting to stop him from getting a full mount, I lose the battle when his legs straddle my waist.
Nope. I’m not going out like this.
Think, Cutter. Get out, Cutter. Win, Cutter. Get that prize from Josette, Cutter
. I keep chanting these things in my head until I realize his weakness. Smiling, I offer a counter of my own…and shove him completely off me. Standing and righting my balance immediately, I don’t waste a single second while he tries to recover.
While his back’s to me, I rush him like a furious bull seeing red, sliding into him and wrapping my legs around his middle. Before he has a moment to react, I have him locked in my crosshairs. Getting my forearm around his throat, the inner crease of my elbow cradling his Adam’s apple, I squeeze so tight the veins in my arm strain against the skin, and, just like I’ve been taught, I secure the hold with my opposite hand.
The ref kneels in front of us, intently watching the interaction, making sure I’m not breaking the rules and that he’s still breathing. After a few seconds, Jasper stops flailing and trying to break free. Then it happens: one minute twelve seconds since the bell rang, Jasper taps my arm and the ref waves his hands. Even though I don’t want to, I loosen my hold and scoot backward.
Jasper falls to the side as he catches his breath, and I look to my corner to see Garrett’s proud smile beaming back at me. Scanning the crowd, I find Josette bouncing up and down near Rian in the front row, punching the air and screaming.
In the center of the cage, the ref grabs both my and Jasper’s wrists as the announcer gives the decision on the fight.
“At one minute, twelve seconds, our champion by submission is…Cutter Greer.” The ref thrusts my arm in the air and the crowd erupts, mostly with cheers. Some people boo, but the vast majority are happy with the outcome, as am I.
I exit the cage to a welcoming embrace from Garrett, and with one arm wrapped around my shoulder while playfully punching me in the stomach with the other and telling me how proud I made him, we make our way back to the locker room, where Rian’s waiting.
“Now that’s how the fuck you do it,” she screams, and runs to me the second I enter the small room. “First fight and a first-round submission. Dude, you’re pretty fucking amazing.”
“It wasn’t as strange as I thought it would be,” I confess, pulling my street clothes out of the bag.
“Okay, you change,” Rian demands, pointing to me, then turns to Garrett. “I’ll get everything set up and Josette and I will meet you back at the gym. There’s gonna be a celebration tonight, boys.” Giddily, she exits the room and I can hear her screaming as she moves down the hall to the exit.
“I’ll meet you outside. Someone’s gonna have to rein that woman in,” Garrett jokes, clapping me on the shoulder before he runs after his wife.
I pull the sweatpants over my shorts and put on my T-shirt and hoodie. While I’m lacing up my shoes, Josette breaks through the door like a bat out of hell. “I am so fucking proud of you.”
I stand to greet her and the second my feet hit the floor, she jumps into my arms and presses her lips to mine. Startled, I steady myself and grab onto her waist. All I can think about is the
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