A person who once told me they liked my only wrestling fic, asked me to make this follow up to that story. Those of you who know what I've been going through, know that this side project, to my current main project, The New Sith War, know that this will be a good thing to do, while I clear my head. Course, This don't mean that I'm abandoning that story, or putting it on hiatus.


Stressed Out

My P.O.V.

I slam the door to my apartment, behind me. I just got the news, after coming home from training. I already knew that the next King of the Cage event, would be the last ever. I was originally supposed to be the first fight on the main card. But my opponent ended up getting injured, and I was taken off the card, entirely. Saraya's coming home today, from her last tour. We haven't seen each other in a couple of months, and now she's coming home today, to a man with no job.

I'm pissed off. And really, why shouldn't I be? I can accept that this organization is going down, because the UFC has been unstoppable, since 2007, when they bought out PRIDE. That's the company I want to be at, but my last fight was a loss, and now I don't have a fight, to prove my worth in. I have no idea where I'm going to end up, and it stresses me the hell out.

It's been a little over five months, since my relationship with Saraya began. I've gone along with her, for the first week of that tour, a two month tour. Then I had to head back home to train for a fight that ended up being cancelled. I mean, hell, I could be with her right now. Now, I don't even have a reason to go back to training tomorrow. My coach undoubtedly knows, as the first cancellation call goes to the fighter, the next to the coach. Now I don't know how the hell I'm gonna sleep, this is driving me so mad.

I really don't know what I'm going to next. The last thing I want to do, is go back to having a day job, but I may not have a choice. For now, All I know is that Saraya will be back in town, some time this week. We talked about it, and she and I would be looking to buy a house, where we won't have to worry about the landlord changing his policy on pets, so we could keep my 2 year old Siberian Husky, Hendrix. Speaking of Hendrix, he's over at the door, sitting in front of it, like someone's about to enter the door. Has to be someone we know, otherwise he'd be barking.

I hear the door open up, without a knock, and I know that I've only ever given one person permission to do that. I look over to my door, and stand up out of my chair. Saraya walks in the door, kneeling down, and being greeted by Hendrix. I walk over to the her, and she looks up at me, smiling. "Hey baby!" She says, as she stands up and walks towards me. It was so great to hear her voice, with how I was feeling.

"Hey." I reply to her, weakly.

"What's wrong?" She asks, as we wrap our arms, around each other.

"I just got hit by some hard news. Let's go sit down." We go over, and both sit down on the couch. As she snuggles up close to me, I speak. "That last fight card, that I was supposed to be part of, just got scrapped, entirely."

"What happened?"

"Opponent got injured, and they just told me that they'll try to find me another opponent. Problem there, every time they said that in the past, they either lied, or just didn't try hard enough. Now I have nothing. We won't be able to buy a house, after all."

"It's okay babe, we'll be fine. If all else fails, I have enough money, that we can look at a new apartment, if the landlord changes his policy."

"It's more just that. If the promotion is being bought out by the UFC, then they'll be looking at all the fighters, to see who they bring into their roster. Since my last fight was a loss, they'll likely pass me over. And that's where I want to be."

"You'll get there. I've seen you fight before, I know that you have the ability. Not only that, but I believe that you can. But you can't get overly stressed out about it, like this. It will come, sooner or later. You just have to hope for sooner, and be prepared for later."

"Well I'm really hopin for sooner. Because I really don't want to have to get a day job again."

I heard her laugh. "Well, we can deal with all of that, tomorrow. For now, it's late, and I'm tired."

"I am too. I'll be able to sleep, if it's with you."

We step up, off the couch, and I whistle for Hendrix to come with us. She opens the door to our bedroom, as Hendrix immediately goes, and lays down on his bed. I lay down in our bed, and she rests her head on my chest, as I wrap my arm around her shoulders. "If all else fails," She starts. "I'll take you, and Hendrix with me, on my next tour. Sound good?"

"Sounds good. It'll be better then waiting around here, for a call that might take ages to get."

She smiles at me, and we kiss, before dozing off.


Okay, so for those of you, who don't know, King of the Cage was founded back in 98, it's a real organization, and it is not closing soon. I don't fight for that company, and these are only elements I'm incorporating, into this work, of fiction!