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  • The Life of a Fighter is Never Easy [BxB & PAFP]

    Maverick spent the day training with an unparalleled ferocity, earning him immediate respect and fear from his sparring and training partners. He worked every aspect of his MMA game, from Muay Thai to Judo to JuJitsu. The male was confident that he could be Lyonal everywhere in the fight. Maverick's striking was undoubtedly superior, but his ground game was weaker. Regardless, he felt confident in his Judo and that he could submit Lyonal if it came down to it.


    Maverick looked up at his manager and hesitantly said, "Michael, I don't think I'll be able to make the Welterweight 170 limit for this fight. I believe it's in my best interests to move up to Middleweight and fight for the championship th-..."
    Michael forcefully wrapped his giant hand around Maverick's throat and slammed him against a wall, before responding, "What the f*ck, Maverick? I've spent all this time and money promoting you at Welterweight and even getting you this #1 contender fight. Are you f*cking afraid of Lyonal? You're the best damn fighter in the world and should be afraid of no one! You will take this f*cking fight and will stay in the Welterweight division. Now get out of my sight!" The manager practically threw Maverick across the room towards the door and returned to his business work.
    Maverick scurried towards the exit and recklessly drove home, shaking badly from his previous conflict. As soon as he walked in the door, he stood on the scales in the bathroom and cursed when he saw 187 pounds in front of him. The boy knew he wasn't eating tonight to try and cut some weight. Instead of sleeping, Maverick went into the backyard and stood in front of a small but thick tree. He started pounding it with leg kicks, his bare flesh hitting bark. After a handful of kicks, the boy threw another one with all of his force behind it and heard a crack in the tree. Soon it fell splintered to the ground. The boy was too numb to feel the mild pain in his leg, so he went to bed, a lot on his mind. The skin on his leg was bleeding, but he was too tired to realize.

  • The Life of a Fighter is Never Easy [BxB & PAFP]

    Maverick mumbled incoherently, sensing his boyfriend's presence. He immediate woke up, his grogginess and pain subsiding immediately. "Lyon," the boy yelled, leaping out of the bed and landing on his bandaged leg. Groaning from the pain, he limped to the door to stop the other man from leaving. Maverick begged, "Please, don't leave. I can't do this, Lyon. This weight cut is going to kill me, and Michae-." He trailed off, the bruises still visible on his neck and fear in his voice. "I don't want to lose you; my ego affected my decision to take this fight, but you're more important than any belt!"