I swing hard again with all my strength. Not at his face though, this time I aim for his ribs.
I have to rough him up, his fucking head is as hard as mine is.
He swings for my head but connects with the top.
Pulling back, I lash a kick at his ribs. A good solid thump happens as I feel my foot connect. He winces over to his side and I charge him.
My arms go around his waist as I shoot towards him. Taking him down to the mat I land on top. My legs are up around his hips.
I fell into the perfect fucking place as I get full mount on him.
He tries to wrap his arms around my waist but I sit too far up and start swinging as hard as I can into his head. I get the side of it a couple of times before he pulls back covering up with his forearms.
My hands are swinging down over and over, but I can’t get a full fucking connection with his face.
I raise up on my hips then sit slam my a
ss back down as hard as I can into his stomach and ribs. He grunts as I do this and I can tell I hurt his ribs earlier with the kick. I bounce once more with my ass before I start trying to punch through his guard.
I am getting closer, but not getting what I want.
His hips start to thrust up as he tries to roll. He isn’t liking the beating he is getting just lying on his back.
If he doesn’t start to work out of this the points for this round with definitely go to me.
He succeeds in getting to his side, but I don’t think he figured I would go for the neck like I do.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I have to push under his own to get my forearm synced deep under his chin. Trapping the wrist around his neck into my other arms elbow I start to choke him as hard as I can.
Marcellus rolls us over onto my back as I wrap my legs around his waist. He is fighting with all that he has as he pulls down on my arms but it isn’t working.
I can feel his body weakening then he goes limp in my arms.
I look up to the ref as I let go of Marcellus’ neck.
The ref pushes me away. Marcellus is out and the fight is over.
Raising my arms up into the air, I shout in pure fucking joy. This is what I have worked for. This is all that I have pushed my body to point of breaking for.
I raise my arms and roar out to the crowd, to the ceiling.
Then I let my arms drop back down to my sides.
Holy fuck, I am tired. That hurt like a motherfucker. One of my hands comes up to rest on a rib that is aching.
Fuck me.
I kneel down beside Marcellus as he lays there. Dale’s wife, the ring doc, is asking him a series of questions.
When he is cleared to get up, I grab his hand and pull him up.
Nodding to each other in respect, I say, “Damn, man, you fucking punch hard.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Max
It’s three nights later when I finally see Carson pull up in front of his house.