Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter
Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His
Life For His Girl!
Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter
An MMA Fighter Romance
P.T. Macias
Spencer: Spencer: Bad Boy MMA Cage Fighter, Bad Boy Fights The Fight Of His Life For His Girl, An MMA Fighter Romance
By P.T. Macias
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2020 P.T. Macias
Copyright © 2020 By P. T. Macias.
ISBN- 9798654024268
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P.T. Macias is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, mythology and folklore, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Dedication
I’m dedicating this book to my husband, children, grandchildren, and family. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and support.
Special Acknowledgements
Thank you, Karen L. Komarinski and Mikki Thomas, for being amazing friends, always there when I need help, and for editing! They’re awesome!
Thank you to my P.T. Macias ARC Angels!
Thank you to my readers that support and love my stories.
Synopsis
Spencer Sinclair
Fuckingtastic.
I’m a fighter.
I’m not a babysitter.
The girl is wild.
She’s rude.
She’s spoiled.
She’s gorgeous.
She’s light.
She’s mine.
What the hell.
Dior Ford
I’m a grown-ass woman.
Father treats me like a child.
I don’t need a babysitter.
The new guard is hot.
He’s serious.
He’s dark.
He’s menacing.
I’m going to drive him insane.
Table Of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
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One
Spencer
“Spencer, keep your arms up! Get Ash on the floor; you need to practice the submissions," Xavier yells, standing at the side of the octagon ring, the cage.
The sweat runs down my face, into my eyes, making them water.
Fuck, the sweat stings, and I'm getting tired. I blink rapidly; I didn't even see Ash's fist coming. Ash connects with my face. Motherfucker is going down.
I'm panting, burning through my energy; I inhale through my nose and exhale harshly. I'm trying to control my breathing to keep focus, but at the moment, it seems like it's a futile effort. I keep my arms up, my biceps flex with each move as I block the punches. I look for the opening to bring Ash down.
Ashton Compton, Ash is my buddy. We're both in the Light Heavyweight class, so it's excellent training since he's an experienced fighter. Ash has several professional fights under his belt. He has all wins and currently ranks at number 149 in the light heavyweight class. I'm 148, working hard, and I know that I’m track on moving up in the ranks.
Fuck, I won't stop until I'm number one!
Ash and I are about the same height, but he's a little broader at the shoulders. I'm thankful that I'm training with Ash and X; I'm taking all of the help I can get.
Xavier Knotts is our very own MMA heavyweight champion. He's making bank; I mean like millions. X has generous sponsorships and Pay Per View offers, earning him millions of dollars each fight. His career is something to aspire to, and he's my mentor, one of my best friends.
Apollo's Gym is one of the country's best, and the coach is Rock Jones. He's a fantastic trainer; he's trained several champions.
I was on the wrestling team in high school, and I took Jiu Jitsu classes for years. Of course, I have other special skills; I'm also a sniper. I received exceptional training in the Marines. Yes, I'm your guy if you need any particular jobs done.
I was fighting in the underworld, making a few hundred dollars, and putting it all on the line. The underworld is cutthroat, there are no rules, and fights can turn into a free for all. There's nothing like fighting with the Unified Rules of Mixed Martial Arts used in the UFC fights.
The Apollo team went to check out the underworld fights, looking to recruit a few new fighters, and that's when they spotted me.
The Apollo Team immediately recruited me, fuck, that's the luckiest day of my life. I'm a lucky motherfucker to get this opportunity practically handed to me. It's not as if I haven't worked my ass off; yeah, I paid my dues over the years. I have several wins, working up to this big fight. Yeah, I'm on my way.
I'm training for my first big UFC, Ultimate Fighting Championship match. I can get eight hundred grand if I lose. Fuck, but I'm going to win this. The purse is over two million.
I know that my life is finally changing for the better; I can feel it. I know that I'll win my first professional fight, I'm making damn sure by training extra hard, pushing my limits.
I swing at Ash, and he counters. I take that moment to move my muscular leg to do a round kick, knocking Ash's legs right out from under him. I take the opportunity to use my brawny arms to do a rear-naked choke, locking Ash into submission.
“You gonna tap?" Spencer says, gasping for air. His muscles contract as he tightens the hold.
"Yeah," Ash says, hitting the mat, allowing his body to relax.
I release Ash, falling over onto my back on the mat, closing my eyes, inhaling
