e ring brings into my life. I live for the moment our gloves slam into each other’s flesh. To say I love this shit is an understatement.
I fucking crave it.
I listen as the music for Wade slowly fades down. Showtime. Time to fuck someone up.
I duck out from behind the curtained off area that me and the guys have been waiting behind. I hear Dale, Brett, and Chase right behind me. This is one of the coolest moments I have felt.
We are a picture of evolution.
The former greatest heavyweight, the current light heavyweight, and the soon to be heavyweight champ.
I am so going to fuck Wade up.
Fuck, I can feel the electricity flowing through my veins. I am pumped the fucked up. I can feel my muscles flexing all across my body. They are getting ready for a fucking war.
“Remember why the fuck you’re here, Max. You have your life ahead of you. You make the fucking path. You choose your destiny tonight,” Dale shouts in my ear.
Fuck, yeah I do.
I do think about why I am here. I am here for myself. Because I want this, because this is my fucking house and not a single fucking person comes in here to push me around.
I do it for my girls, Grace and Hope, I will provide for them.
I do it for Krissy because she has become my little motivational speaker. Every morning I read texts from her. She loves to start my day with little motivation quotes. This morning’s was the best though, it was simple directions—fuck this guy up.
I hear the beat start for the song I picked, Alive by Wage War. My steps bring me right out into the arena as the singer screams the first verse.
All around me people screaming their heads off in preparation of a slaughterfest. I am blown away for a moment by the sheer number of people here screaming in the arena. But then my body starts moving, it is so time to fight.
To do something violent.
To cause some motherfucking pain.
I step up the stairs to the ring and stand there as they go over one last check of my body and gloves. They smear some Vaseline over my eyebrows and I am ready to go.
Entering the ring, I walk over to my corner. Well, my side of the ring as there isn’t really a corner.
Wade stands across from me in the ring, watching me, judging me. He has had a long hard road to this point himself. But so have I. Fuck him, time to put him out of his misery.
I am crushing his fucking dreams tonight.
I hear my guys standing behind me, shouting last-minute instructions. They are just as sure as me. Good, because I got shit to do here, it’s going to be business as fucking usual—me putting my hand up in the air.
“Kick Wade’s ass, baby!” I hear Grace scream right as there is a lull in the crowd’s noise.
Turning back to the crowd, I spot my girl turning bright red as the people around her laugh loudly. Avery and Mandy are there cheering with her though so she soon blows a kiss at me.
Fuck yeah, that’s right. Time to make a paycheck.
Slapping my hands on the sides of my face, I bounce up on my toes.
Finally, the announcer brings us to the middle with the ref and does his little thing in introducing us. The ref reminds us of the rules, then has us touch gloves.
Back in my corner, I hate this waiting point. I want it to start. I want to get into the fucking mix.
“Are you ready?” The ref asks me.
Does he really have to fucking ask?