Slamming Demon (Pounding Hearts 2)

I take a long, fast run to the cage wall, and run almost on the side of it, using it to springboard myself into doing a superman kick to the side of his head.

Time speeds up as I see Charlie’s head snap to the side and he falls to the ground, knocked the fuck out. I start to get down, to ensure the fucker is out, but the ref pushes me away and signals to the corner that it’s all over.

I run to the side of the fucking cage in pure jubilation. I just fucking did it. I knocked the fucking Champion out on his fucking ass!

Climbing up on the cage wall, I do the one thing I have always restrained myself from doing. I fucking flex my arms up and give a damn good pose, my whole fucking body tight with that pure fucking joy of winning. Roaring with the crowd, I jump back down and rush to the opening door of the cage.

Max catches my leaping body as I scream, “I FUCKING DID IT!”

I push out of his arms and run over to where I see Charlie getting up from the ground. I get stopped for a moment before Charlie fully gets to stand, then I rush over and wrap my arms around him as hard as I can in a hug.

Fuck, I even love him right now.

He hugs me back and slaps my back, yelling in my ear how fucking bad that hurt. Smiling, he nods his head and pushes me away. Grabbing my arm, he lifts it up.

I fucking did it!

The announcer is going over the results and the official raising of my hand. I slap the belt on my waist a couple of times. I go through the post-fight interview, and get to see on the big screen as I launch my fucking kick into Charlie’s head. Even I wince. That had to fucking hurt.

I know my foot sure as hell feels like it did.

I finally get out of the cage and see this tan little bundle of pure sex ducking underneath a couple people as she dodges and weaves to get to me.

I catch her as she leaps up into my arms and wraps those sexy muscled legs tightly around my waist. She holds onto me so damn hard I can barely breathe.

“I love you,” she screams and starts kissing me all over the head. I think she is happy I didn’t die in the ring.

And I love the fuck out of her. “I love you too, fairy.” I say into her ear.

When we are finally done making a spectacle of ourselves, Max and Chase usher us out of the arena and backstage. I feel like a million dollars.

I am walking out a Champion, and I am holding Mandy’s hand.

Chapter Thirty

Mandy

Is tonight the night? I wonder as Brett steers his truck down the dark and windy road. It’s been two weeks since his championship match, and all the cuts and bruises he sustained have finally faded enough that he’s looks almost human again, and not like some battered Viking warrior.

“Are we driving in circles?” I ask, peering out the window. All I see is dark. It’s all dark sky and dark ground. We left civilization like ten minutes ago.

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We’re both dressed up, Brett insisted on taking me out to somewhere nice tonight. He’s dressed in a crisp blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pair of pressed black slacks. I’m wearing a short black cocktail dress that hugs my curves, and a pair of black pumps. I’ve got to rock it before I start showing. I just don’t know why we’re driving out to the middle of nowhere instead of towards the city and all the restaurants.

“Are we?” he asks and his lips curl into a smirk.

I narrow my eyes at that smirk. It’s tonight, I know it is. He’s got something sneaky planned.

“I thought we were going somewhere nice? If I would have known we were going to Bubba’s Rib Shack I would have worn something else.”

“You look fucking hot,” Brett says as he glances over at me and reaches out, grabbing my exposed thigh.

I huff and send one of my blonde curls up into the air.

“And you’re dressed perfect. Just hold on.” He squeezes my thigh again before letting go. “We’re almost there.”

“Why are you being all secretive?”