Page 77 of Undefeated

Ripp stood up and pushed his hands into his pockets.

Trainers and their superstitious beliefs. It was too late to correct it now. Kelsey would be certain to blame Kace if this fight was lost. In his mind, my having sex preceding the fight would be a definite way to seal a loss. I had never dreamed this would come up in conversation, or I wouldn’t have brought Kace to the pre-fight dinner.

“Seriously?” Kelsey asked again, staring directly into Kace’s eyes.

“No,” she said.

“I know better than to fuck a man before a fight. Even if he asked me, I’d tell him no. I want him to win this more than you do,” she said as she made a fist and held it in the center of the table.

Kelsey made a fist and smacked it against hers sharply, “I like this girl, kid. She’s got spunk.”

You have no idea. I thought.

You have no idea.

KACE. Something about watching two men fight each other in a confined space is very exciting to me. I never would have guessed that it would be something that I would enjoy; but I doubt after seeing a boxing match for my first time that there’s any one event that would ever satisfy me more.

The two men covered in sweat, the fighting, the arena full of adrenaline, and the fact that one of the two men was my boyfriend was enough to make me an excited wet mess for the entire fight and many hours afterward.

Watching. Men. Fight. Makes. Me. Wet.

Part of the problem with Shane’s fights is that they never lasted that long.

“There he is Ripp. Here he comes,” I jumped up and down and pointed as Shane came up the aisle toward the ring.

I was so excited I peed a little bit when I saw him. I had, over time, become able to speak intelligibly when I was excited, but controlling my bladder was a different issue. I still had problems with it when I got really excited.

Watching Shane walk, in general, excited me. Seeing Shane walk into this crowd was the most excited I have ever been in my life. The fight was an undercard fight for the championship, and was televised on pay television. If Shane wins tonight, he will be offered a fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the World - the equivalent of the Super Bowl for boxers.

“Damn he looks good, shorty. These fuckin’ seats are the shit. Ringside, fuck yeah,” Ripp said as pulled me close to him.

“Mc Claskey’s a fucking punk!” Ripp screamed toward Shane when he walked by.

Shane turned and looked our direction for a brief second, nodded his head and winked. Kelsey turned and scowled, probably aggravated that we would break Shane’s concentration on his way to the ring. Kelsey was a very superstitious man, and he wanted Shane to win this fight more than Shane did.

“Fuck You Kelsey!” Ripp screamed through his cupped hands.

Ripp was obviously as excited as I was. He was a great fighter, but he didn’t fight as often as Shane did. He fought lower rate fighters, and other than the fight with Shane, had never been beaten. He had not, however, ever taken the time to have a good manager, trainer, or fighting schedule. He enjoyed having the title of being undefeated, but really wasn’t willing to take many chances to risk losing it.

“How much longer? Is this like any other match?” I was so excited I could barely contain myself.

“Just a little more bullshit because it’s a televised fight It’ll be going here in just a minute or two,” Ripp was still standing and waving his fists.

Our seats were ringside seats. They were in the front, right beside the ring, and close to the aisle that Shane walked down to get to the ring. Sitting here was going to let us see all of the action almost like we were standing in the ring.

“Ladies and gentlemen…..” the announcer said into the microphone.

I felt almost sick. I realized I was still standing, and had never sat down. I looked at Ripp, who was also standing. This was becoming very real. Cameras were everywhere filming the event from every angle.

“In the blue corner. Shane,” the announcer paused.

“Shame on,” he paused again and looked both directions.

“Dehhhhhkkaaaaarrrr,” he said the last name very slow and strung out.

“You got this, Dekk. You fucking got this!” Ripp screamed.

“And, in the red corner,” the announcer started.