A/N: Strong Language Adult scenes.
Run.
He knew he had to do it. But he didn't know where to Run to. It all started on the MMA Hour. With Ariel Helwani. Dominick's Rival TJ Dillashaw was the Topic. Dominick was set to face Dillashaw hopefully later on this year. But now Cruz was injured and going through Rehab. Again. But When Helwani called his Manager, Dominick wasn't going to say "No" to an Interview.
Within seconds Helwani brought up Dillashaw, and Dominick couldn't stop himself from talking...He said things like...
"When I go out there, people will see T.J. Dillashaw is nothing but a wannabe"
"When I come back, the only thing T.J. is looking for is my fame, to bite off of it because nobody believes he's champion right now"
"Dana think he's good, but UFC Bosses don't believe he's champion, and that's why they couldn't sell the fight in Chicago. The Gate was terrible in Chicago with Renan Barao and T.J. Dillashaw. Dana couldn't sell it"
"Urijah Faber is too scared of Dillashaw, he might get beaten by him"
Everything came out. Dominick Felt like he couldn't stop. He knew that maybe he went too far. But he complimented Dillashaw as well. There was no reason to call Phil Davis, James Vick and Nate Diaz for Back up.
Dominick Cruz and MMA Team "Alpha Male" had been Feuding in and out of the UFC cage for years. As a ever lasting Dig, Dominick called them "Alpha Fail" Urijah Faber was Alpha's Male's Co Founder and Leader. Urijah had beaten him once. Then When Dominick became the Bantam-Weight Champion, he returned the favour and Kicked Urijah's ass. Urijah had hated Dominick ever since.
They were set to face Each other at UFC 150 when Dominick had a String of bad injuries. First he had a Knee Problem. Then his Hand got hurt, then he got a Quad Tear. These Injuries kept him out for Years. The UFC had no choice but to Strip Dominick of his belt. The UFC's Decision Tortured him. But he couldn't say anything to anyone.
They'd just report it back to Dana White. But Dana had been good to Dominick. He gave him a UFC on Fox Reporter job. So Dominick could keep his head above water. Dominick also did Seminars and MMA Classes with Kids. They'd all sit down on Mats on the Weekends to watch UFC Events.
Throughout those UFC PPV's. Faber faced Renan Barao, for Dominick's Title. Then Barao became the New Bantam-weight Champion. Critics and Fighters began looking forward to Dominick facing Barao when he got back.
That is until sneaky little "Alpha Fail" Groupie TJ Dillashaw came onto the scene. Dillashaw Trained with Faber all the time. Dominick Assumed Dillashaw was like the Little [Taller] Brother that Faber had always wanted. Faber got Dillashaw onto The Ultimate Fighter show., His career started from there.
Dillashaw's UFC start was very up and down. Dominick Never saw Dillashaw as that impressive. His Debut in the UFC was a loss. Dillashaw Bounced back with a Couple of TKO wins. Then he finally got to face The Champion Barao. Dana had been selling Barao as one of the best.
That all ended when Dillashaw beat Barao in front of a Stunned full House in Vegas.
As Team Alpha Fail were crying into their Protein shakes with happiness, Dana White placed Dominick's Belt around Dillashaw's waist. All Dominick could do was stare as he fed his Puppy a Broccoli Stick. It didn't matter whether it was Barao Dillashaw Faber, Caraway or Assuncao or Who-ever. Dominick would get his Belt back soon enough.
When Dominick Recovered he faced a Kid called Takeya Mizugaki. Dominick was ready than ever and proved it. He beat Mizugaki in under a Minute by TKO. Dominick got his First "Performance of the Night" Bonus. Things were going great, until he got another Knee injury.
He could have punched a Wall, Dominick was that pissed. Now Dillashaw was going to hold his Title for a while longer. To take his mind off of everything, Dominick decided to take his Puppy out for a walk one day. His Little Puppy Dojo was Seven Months old. Dojo would play outside all the time if he could. Dominick picked up the lead and Jangled it.
Dojo barked and ran in circles in front of him.
"Okay Calm down little Guy" Dominick said,
He grabbed his Jacket and opened the door a creak. He grinned as Dojo pushed the door open with his nose. He usually stayed outside the door and barked for his UFC Fighter Owner. Today was different. As Dominick turned the Television off, he couldn't hear his Dog.
"Dojo?" Dominick asked.
He ran towards the door, almost tripping over. Dominick opened the door to find Little Dojo safe. But Dojo was held in the Muscular arms of the New Bantam-weight Champion TJ Dillashaw. Dominick frowned. He held his arms out for his Dog.
"Give him to me" Dominick said.
"He's a Cute Little Thing. Same about his Ugly ass owner. Here you go Dojo, go back to your Bitch" Dillashaw said.
Dominick was Reluctant to take him then, but did anyway. Dominick put a Confused Dojo back onto the living floor. Dojo went into his owner's room. As soon as Dominick leaned up, he realised Dillashaw was in his place, and the door had closed.
"Did I say you could come in?" Dominick asked.
"Give Little Dojo to a better Owner. He's with you. I feel sorry for him" Dillashaw said.
"I feel sorry for your Mom. You're Ego's made your head Swell. Your Mom's labour must have been shitty" Dominick retorted.
He noticed Dillashaw Examining his apartment. He was probably looking for Dust, Dog Crap and fast food MacDonald Burger cartons. Then he'd be running back to Alpha Fail to tell Faber. But Luckily Dominick had been eating Healthily. He had nothing to hide. He'd Vaccumed his Apartment Yesterday, so his place looked pretty tidy.
"What do you want, Dilla-brat? I've got no change, so I can't buy your Alpha Fail Boy Scout Cookies"
"Nice, but you're not going to Cruise by on jokes this time" Dillashaw said.
Dominick shrugged at the awful joke, and tapped his Wrist, even though he had no watch. He watch Dillashaw Saunter further into his Apartment, and sit on the sofa and look around for the remote.
"You see Dom I was training, and I just happened to be in the Neighbour-Hood. And I thought to myself.."Now's a Good time to Ask Dominick Cruz about why he's being such a Dick" Dillashaw said.
Dominick knew that the "Being in the Neighbour-Hood line was Bull. It was nearly Twelve in the Afternoon. If Dillashaw had been Training he'd be stuffing himself with food right now. Well...Now that he was Champion, he'd be watching a Nutritionist cook his Food right now. UFC Fighters had to eat early and Regularly.
Most of Dominick's weight Class, would eat Meals at Twelve or Twelve-Thirty. Then Train like Crazy. Then Snack at Three O clock, then Train again. He doubted Dillashaw would skip a Meal-time, just to come over to his place.
"Have you eaten Dilla-Skinny?"
"Fuck your Food. I just want answers" Dillashaw said.
Dominick went to his cupboard and pulled out a couple of cereal bars. He chucked them on Dillashaw's lap. Dillashaw grabbed one like they were Bars of Gold. He ripped off the wrappers and bit a chunk off of one.
"So Dilla-Rexia, you did Skip a Meal. Didn't Daddy Faber tell you, that Skipping meals is bad?" Dominick teased.
"The same Faber that kicked your ass?" Dillashaw said.
Dillashaw turned towards Dominick. Dominick leaned on the furthest arm of the sofa. He knew he could quickly get up and leave if Dillashaw tried anything weird.
"I didn't mean to offend you on the MMA Hour" Dominick told him.
"I'll just say this. I didn't mean to piss you off, or make you mad. There are Loads of ass-holes on Twitter. Men and Women. They are telling me what to say and how to think. And I just went on Ariel's show and said everything that I wanted to. I got it off my chest. But I may have been a little harsh" Dominick said.
Dillashaw burst into Laughter.
"Harsh? Dom you said that I owed you my career"
"Right..." Dominick said.
"You said on the MMA Hour That the only reason I'm Champion, is because you're Injured" Dillashaw said.
"Yep"
"You said that you're the only person that makes my UFC Career Worth Anything. That no-one think's that I'm a real Champion. You said that I should be thanking you for being Injured. You bitched that I've never fought anyone good" Dillashaw said.
Dominick slowly nodded and leaned closer to Dillashaw.
"Dilla-Kiddo, I'm not going to lie. I stand by everything I said. I got injured and you took my Spot-light. Without my Belt, you'd just be the crappiest Alpha on your Alpha Fail Team"
"And all that Shit you said about Duane?" Dillashaw asked.
Dominick got up. Duane "Bang" Ludwig was one of Dillashaw's Coaches. Duane was one of the Key reasons that Dillashaw had Dominick's belt in the first place. But Duane was part of the Alpha Fail team at first. Faber had brought him in. Then Duane had gotten so successful, that he left and started his own Gym.
"Duane said that you were going to "Knock me out" Dominick said.
"Trash me, I don't give a crap. But don't Trash my Team Ass-hole" Dillashaw said.
"Which one? Sooner or later Dilla-Switch.. you're going to have to pick one MMA Team" Dominick said.
Dominick sat on a Sofa cushion as Dillashaw backed away from him in Disbelief.
"Piss off Dom. I've juggled Home-work and Wrestling, I've balanced MMA and work. And now I can handle Faber, and Duane" Dillashaw said. He paused and looked at the blinds.
Dominick got up and opened the blinds to help Dillashaw Relax. He opened a Window and pulled up a Chair next to where he first sat.
Dilla-Spoiled, no pressure. But sooner or later, you're gonna have to choose between Alpha Fail and Ludwig. It might be months or years from now, but you're going to have to pick"
"Shut up"
"Do you really think Daddy Faber is just going to smile and help you pack yourself off to Duane's Camp every weekend? With Faber there's no Balance. You think that Daddy Faber's Flexible. That Your Daddy Faber is just some Happy Go Lucky, Go with the flow, Nicer than Nice Coach. There's competition between Faber and Duane, you're still in the middle. I don't even know why I'm telling you to make a choice"
"Exactly...just shut your Trap" Dillashaw said.
"Faber's gonna make that choice for you anyway" Dominick said. He began to get up, but Dillashaw tugged him by the sleeve, Irritated, Dominick shrugged him off.
"I train with Faber every day Ass-wipe" Dillashaw said. "I know Faber way better than you do"
"Really? Did you know that Faber's been in the UFC for Five Years, and has never won a Title? Did you know that Alpha Fail was built on Mommy and Daddy Faber's Money? Did you know that if Faber had known that you could beat Barao, he never would have asked you to join Team Alpha Fail?" Dominick asked.
Dillashaw pushed himself up from the sofa angrily.
"You know what your problem is Dom? You don't know the first thing about Loyalty. Creepy Irvin Dumped you after TUF. Del Fierro doesn't wanna know. Your Sponsors Dumped you because your Knees were fucked. You're just jealous that Alpha Male is sticking Together" Dillashaw said.
"Whatever Dilla-Prat" Dominick said getting up and going to the Kitchen.
He rolled his eyes at the Thought that Dillashaw might be cracking up in the Living room. Dillashaw couldn't be that Blind about Faber, surely? Dominick got a small glass from the Cupboard. He leaned forward to turn the tap on, when he leaned back up, he was spun around.
"If I wasn't such a Nice Guy, I'd knock you out, in your own Kitchen"
If I wasn't such a Sane Champion, I would have smashed that glass into your Mirco-dick" Dominick said.
He turned away from Dillashaw, confident that that Other Champion wouldn't touch him, when he felt a sharp slap at the back of his head. Dominick turned around to see Dillashaw smirking.
"Is that all you've got Dilla-Twat?"
"You're Injured, so..."
"Keep it up Dilla-Prick. You won't be laughing when I slap the shit out of you in December"
Dillashaw's shoulders Relaxed, and his Eyes Widened.
"You...you've got a Date set to fight?" He asked.
"That's none of your Business Dilla-Snake. I'll school you, in every way before the Year's over. Believe me" Dominick said.
He took a sip of his water. But he barely gulped before Dillashaw took the glass from him. Dominick was about to let rip, when he realised that it was a Gentle Gesture. Dillashaw put the glass down and lightly prodded Dominick's back.
"Why wait Until December"
"What?" Dominick asked.
"Why not try to "School Me" now?" Dillashaw asked.
Dominick stared at him in Confusion until Dillashaw moved into kiss him. What was meant to be a kiss on the mouth, turned into a Awkward Teenage kiss on the neck. Dominick Gently manovered himself away from the Current UFC Champion.
"Fighting Alpha Fail? I could Fight you Guys all Day with one hand behind my back. But Fucking Alpha Fail? I think I'll pass" Dominick said. He walked out of the Kitchen, but Dillashaw followed him.
"Wait up Dom, you don't just get to Cruise on out of here, like nothing has happened" Dillasha laughed.
"God Dilla-flop, those Jokes have got to stop" Dominick said.
Sure he got the Cruise jokes. His Surname was "Cruz" so Dillashaw was trying to be "Cool" by saying "Cruise" all the time, but Dillashaw couldn't tell a Joke to save his life. Dominick Knew that the only reason Girls laughed at his Jokes, was because Dillashaw was Hot. MMA made Dillashaw "Mysterious" to Girls.
Dillashaw was also Muscular because he trained every-day. It was hot most of the time, and Dillashaw had gotten a Tan from all of the Out-door Training. Sure Dominick could see why Girls Guys, and Fighters wanted him. But Dominick didn't want to fall for an Alpha Fail Trick, in more ways than one.
"Dilla-sheep, I don't chase after Alpha Fails" Dominick told him.
"Good, because I'm not asking to be chased. But after all the shit you've said about me, I deserve one fucking kiss" Dillashaw said.
"Begging for a Kiss? Did Daddy Faber teach you that?" Dominick asked.
"I can teach you stuff Dom. With less clothes on, of course" Dillashaw said.
He leaned in again. Dominick this time returned the Kiss. As Dillashaw pulled Dominick into him, Dominick stroked his ass, before putting his hand into Dillashaw's Reebok shorts. Before Dominick could touch him, Dillashaw was backing away.
"Where are you..." Dominick's voice Trailed off as Dillashaw walked away and shuffled himself onto Dominick's glass Kitchen Table.
On Fight Nights Dillashaw weighed One Thirty Five. But, because Dillashaw had just fought, Dominick knew that Dillashaw was now pilling on the pounds. He just hoped that those pounds Didn't break his Glass Table.
"Dom...get your sarcastic ass over here!" Dillashaw beckoned.
Dominick snapped out of Glass Furniturne concerns and walked back over to Dillashaw to finish what they started. Dominick took his phone out, put it on Record, and then put on the coaster mat on the table.
Then he put his hand up Dillashaw Reebok shirt and squeesed Dillashaw's nipples with his palm.
"Let's talk Dirty Dilla-Slut. What have you got?" Dominick asked. He Stroked Dillashaw's dick with his Index finger as Dillashaw tried to think of something.
"You're not going to bitch out? Right? You're gonna Blow me Right?" Dillashaw asked.
"Depends on the Dirty talk" Dominick said.
He began rubbing Dillashaw's dick with his palm. As Dillashaw rocked backwards, Dominick licked Dillashaw's neck and was trying to tempt him with a Sloopy but Pain-less Hickie.
"Dom in December, I wanna fuck you" Dillashaw said.
"How?" Dominick asked,
"In the Octagon. After we've fought. When All the fans have fucked off home. Maybe we can go out. Have some Drinks or something. Go back to the Octagon. It'll be all Empty and stuff. We can can grapple on the Mat. I'm a Brown Belt you know. I'll take you down Dom...then I'll mount you"
"I like that"
"Yeah. I can tell Faber and Danny and Chad that Dana held me up or something. You can lick me, Dom, stick your fingers anywhere and Blow me. You like that?" Dillashaw asked.
"Can't wait" Dominick said as he wrapped his hands around Dillashaw's dick.
He leaned foward as moved his hand Furiously across Dillashaw's dick. He could tell that Dillashaw was enjoying it. Dillashaw's chest heaved. He kept on pulling Dominick into him. Dominick could smell his Cereal bars as Dillashaw grunted in his mouth.
Dominick's Phone beeped and he instantly pulled his hand out of Dillashaw's shorts.
"Fuck!...Dom..come on"
"Don't whine Dilla-sure, some of us have Mulitple UFC Jobs right now"
"Yeah, cause you're practically retired now right?" Dillashaw added.
Dominick "saved" the recording and pulled his Trousers up. Dillashaw had done a little Tugging of his own. But Dominick wasn't going to show Dillashaw anything. The more he kept hidden, the better.
"Dilla-score, I'll show you out" Dominick said.
He steadied the Kitchen table as Dillashaw got off of it.
"I'll call you or whatever" Dillashaw said as they walked to the door.
"I don't want to start giving out my Number. Faber's just gonna order Thirty Pizza's to my place" Dominick said.
"No worries, I'll just get your number from Who-ever" Dillashaw said.
"Who..Who-ever?" Dominick asked in surprise.
"Yeah. Team Alpha Male Hunts...you know for fun. And you know that Hunter's saying"
"Umm,...no..." Dominick said.
"There's More Than One Way To Skin A Cat. I don't have to get your number through you. You better answer your phone Ass-hat. See you Dom"
Dillashaw left. And a very confused Dominick Cruz, showered changed and went to a UFC Fan Expo...with an old Phone that he hadn't used in Months.