A/N: In the "Mayhem In Stockton" Version of TUF 20, Team Pettis and Team Diaz will be teamed up with UFC Mentors.
To talk about their stories and training progress etc...
Readers have you got Any Ideas for MMA Fighters being TUF 20 Mentors? If you have, let me know. Liz Carmouche, is an obvious choice right?
A/N: The Jones VS Gustafsson War continues.
Jon Jones says that he wants Cormier. That Cormier as a former champion is a worthy opponent. He says that he shouldnt have to face Gustafsson because he's already beaten him already. Fans need to get over it.
He says "It's my career not yours"
Gustafsson Wrote: "Jon 'Bones' Jones, be a man, sign that bout agreement and stop running. Keep in mind that after I beat you and become the champ. I might be doing the same to you when you chase me for a rematch, as a revenge for not accepting my challenge.
"Sooner or later you will have to "face" me, just make it sooner! "fans want this fight, the UFC wants this fight and I want this fight, and I damn deserve it"
A/N: UFC Slash. Strong Language. Adult scenes.
A/N: In this Story, Eddie Alvarez is officially in the UFC.
The Exclusive UFC tour was coming to an end. Their last stop was Sweden. Nate Diaz had been with his Brother and Melendez for most of the trip. When Nick and Melendez decided to go out, Nate said that he would stay in.
"Nate, come on, you can't be too pissed about Pettis" Melendez said.
"I ain't" Nate said watching TV on the bed.
"If you ain't got shit to do, call us" Nick said. Nate nodded and they left. He watched them drive away. Then he got a shower and got changed hurriedly.
Nate took one last look out of the window, before he left and went to Gustafsson's. He knocked on the door and Phil Davis answered.
"Hey Little Diaz, what can I do for you?" Davis asked. Phil Davis annoyed the fuck out of him. But Nate had to stay calm.
"Ummm...Is Al in?" Nate asked. He knew that if Davis denied it, he was Bull-shitting.
"Yeah he's in the shower, you can come in, if wanna scrub his back. Gus is a tall dude" Davis laughed.
Nate didn't laugh back and walked away. Why did he waste his time on Gustafsson anyway? Condit was into him.
Alvarez had been making passes at Nate since he joined the UFC.
Nate should have went out. He should have called Alvarez and had some fun with him.
But Instead, He went back to his room and started watching a GSP special.
When it went on a break, he went downstairs to the vending machine. He put the money in but pressed the wrong code.
"Fuck" Nate said when a packet of Cheese and Onion Crisps fell out. He bent down to pick them up, when he felt an arm around his waist. He spun around.
"Get off" Nate said to Gustafsson.
"Why? No-one's around" Gustafsson said stepping away from him. He pointed to the Hotel Café area.
"You want a drink?" Gustafsson asked.
"I'm cool" Nate said.
Nate stuffed the crisps into his pocket. He wasn't going to eat them. But he didn't want Gustafsson to see them.
They sat on the Wicca chairs and Gustafsson offered Nate half of his Sandwich. Nate refused. Gustafsson was so fucking lucky. As a Light-Heavy-Weight, Gustafsson could eat whatever he wanted. Whenever he wanted.
Nate on the other hand was nearly anorexic trying to get down to Light-Weight. But it was worth it, when he kicked ass, and got Round One Knockouts.
"Phil said you came to see me" Gustafsson said.
"Yeah, but you and Davis, were up each other asses with Shower-Time, so..." Nate said trying to hide his irritation.
"Nate I keep telling you. Me and Phil are just friends" Gustafsson said. Nate nodded like he didn't care, but he thought Gustafsson was lying. Gustafsson changed the subject and asked Nate what he was doing in his Hotel room.
"Watching GSP's life story shit" Nate said.
"Really? Nick's okay with that?" Gustafsson asked wiping a strip of Lettuce from his beard.
"Nick ain't in" Nate told him.
"So...you're all by yourself? You wanna watch TV together?" Gustafsson asked. It was an innocent question.
Gustafsson was actually planning on watching the GSP special, but Nate Diaz proved to be a distraction. Both fighters were making out as soon as Nate's door had closed.
At Six-Foot, Nate was shorter that Gustafsson. But it didn't stop him from trying to take Gustafsson's T-shirt all the way off.
Gustafsson paused as he stepped back and took the rest of his shirt off of his head. Nate pulled Gustafsson onto the sofa. Gustafsson turned the volume up on Television. Nate didn't get why.
He didn't get to ask as Gustafsson kissed his chin and his neck. Gustafsson stroked Nate's back. Nate was on top, rocking himself against Gustafsson.
Gustafsson stroked Nate's thighs before putting his hand in Nate's trousers. He stroked the tip of Nate's dick. He was waiting for Nate to relax before he turned the tables.
As Nate began to get harder, Gustafsson grabbed Nate by his hips. Nate was so skinny, it was easy to pick him up and place him on the sofa. He turned Nate around.
Gustafsson licked Nate's shoulder before taking his trousers down. He got a rubber out of his pocket. Hopefully Nate would be too horny to ask questions.
Gustafsson put the rubber on and used Training cream, to make it less painful. Gustafsson put his palm on Nate's back. He steadied himself before they fucked.
Every so often Gustafsson would look at the door. When he finished he noticed the chain and locked the door. Gustafsson didn't want to get Nick Diaz mad.
Gustafsson had already pissed of Jon Jones. He didn't want to make a habit out of it. Gustafsson went to the bathroom and cleaned himself off. When he came back out, Nate's trousers were on, but he still had his shirt off.
"Oh GSP is still on" Gustafsson said. Then he paused as Georges ST Pierre's face faded. Then UFC Light-Weight Champion Anthony Pettis came onto the screen.
"Fuck" Nate said. He grabbed the control and tried to turn the channel over, but it wasn't working.
"Shit" Nate said banging the remote on the table.
"Woah, Nate give it to me" Gustafsson said.
Truth be told, Gustafsson didn't mind watching Pettis. He was an explosive Champion. Gustafsson could learn from him. Plus Pettis was a hottie, but that was the last thing Nate wanted to hear.
"So do you think you'll fight Pettis soon?" Gustafsson asked.
"Nah, what about you and Jones?" Nate asked.
"Will Jon Jones fight me again? Hmm...We both know the answer to that" Gustafsson said. Nate nodded.
"Jones is gonna run like a bitch. Until he's retired and shit" Nate said. Gustafsson kissed him on the shoulder. He couldn't deny what Nate had said.
It was so frustrating. Gustafsson had only had Two losses in the UFC, and one loss was to the current UFC Champion Jon Jones.
Jones had gotten lucky. He knew just how lucky. Gustafsson had already jumped at the chance to fight Jones in the future.
But Jones made it clear that he'd face Sonnen, Henderson, Cormier, anyone but Gustafsson. Gustafsson knew that he have to shout. He'd have to make a splash in the MMA world, so that Jones would have to face him.
Gustafsson would have to push Jones into a corner...But how?
"Maybe you can face Pettis After TUF Twenty and Melendez?" Gustafsson asked.
"Pettis" Nate growled looking at Pettis and his show-Time kick on the Television.
"Seriously, how many times can the UFC get hard over one fucking kick? That shit was ages ago" Nate said. "I think you know...when Pettis got that TUF Deal. He was fucking hyped. Like fucking Vitor Belfort TRT hyped" Nate said.
"I don't get what you mean" Gustafsson said, glancing at Nate's six-pack.
"Like when Dana told Pettis, "you've got TUF" Pettis was thinking you know, Thank fucking God you know. I don't have to face Diaz. I can do the Fag show with Gil"
"Pettis has got The TUF shit, and the press will be all over it. TUF 20 will take fucking months. Then all the hype. Then there's the Pettis VS Melendez fight.
"Pettis is fucking running. You know. That asshole's worse than Jones" Nate said.
"No fighter is worse than Jones" Gustafsson said.
"Pettis is. At least Jones has defended his belt. Sonnen, Teixieira. Pettis ain't defended shit yet. He's got the nerve to say he's the fucking best. Al that's bullshit you know. I'd tell Pettis to his mousey-ass face. He ain't the best until beats me" Nate said.
"Yeah. Jones isn't the real Champion until he's faced me again too" Gustafsson said.
"Pettis better fucking run. He's dodged me for too fucking long. Saying that I made shit personal. How the fuck did I make shit personal?" Nate asked.
"Did you talk about his Team? His Friends?" His Family?" Gustafsson asked running a sweaty hand through his hair.
"Nah, I said the true shit about his record" Nate said.
"Well, that's pretty personal Nate" Gustafsson said, trying not look at Pettis too much.
"Al, whose side are you fucking on?" Nate asked.
"Yours. Always yours" Gustafsson said he stroked Nate's thigh and they kissed again.
This kiss was More slower than before. Nate could still smell the Mayonnaise from Gustafsson's sandwich. Nate opened his eyes to see the sun shining on Gustafsson's hair. Gustafsson's hair went from a dusky Blonde to Platinum Blonde.
Nate preferred it darker. Before the kissing became more heated, Nate heard a knock on the door.
"Nate, why the fuck is the lock on?" They heard Nick say.
"Nate!" It's us!" Melendez said, gently tapping the door.
The fighters jumped apart and Nate sprang off of the sofa and started looking for his T-shirt.
"Shit...Go in my room" Nate told Gustafsson. Gustafsson shook his head. Jon Jones loved playing games, but that wasn't Gustafsson's style.
"Nate, stop freaking out" Gustafsson said.
"Fuck you Al. Do I look like I'm fucking freaking out?" Nate asked him frantically.
"Yeah" Gustafsson nodded. He got up. He checked that the windows were open. He checked that his hair wasn't a bird's nest. He winked at Nate.
Then Gustafsson opened the door.