Grimmjow stood next to the ring waiting for his MMA match to start. He was fighting Nnoitra Jigura tonight. The man was tall and lanky, but it would prove unwise to underestimate him. MMA enthusiasts knew him for his heavy punches and kicks. His right hook was the reason for his impressive stats. Grimmjow earned his nickname Panther because of how he stalked his opponent as the big cat would its prey. Their match would have their fans screaming from the bleachers.
"Grimmjow."
He snapped out of his trance and looked at his manager Harribel. Her green eyes flashed in irritation. "What has your mind elsewhere? You must focus on this match or you will lose."
"I know that!" he snapped.
She continued to regard him with her cold stare. "Distractions only serve to weaken your resolve."
He knew she was right. He had been spacing out, but it wasn't about his upcoming fight. His mind still wandered off to Michiko. It had only been three days since his rejected confession happened. His heart was still sore, but he needed to put that bullshit away, so he could concentrate on this battle. Critics deemed Nnoitra stronger than him, so he needed to prove everyone wrong.
"Okay Harribel," he said as he rolled his shoulders. "Let's get on with it."
He got ready to enter the ring and heard girls cheering his name behind him. He turned and walked over to them. They screamed, and it sent his already bloated ego through the roof. There was a woman with orange hair and crystal blue eyes standing in front. His gaze dropped to her exposed breasts. They almost spilled over her top from how large they were. He licked his lips at her and grasped her chin, giving her his seductive low-lidded gaze.
"Why don't you come backstage after the match?" he said in her ear, running his fingers through her long ginger locks. "I'd love to see you there."
"Of course, Grimmjow," she breathed as she smiled at the fighter. "Can I bring my friend too? She left to get something to eat."
"Sure, why not," was his response. "What's your name?"
"Rangiku," she said. "You are so sexy Grimmjow."
He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I know."
Grimmjow entered the steel cage in better spirits. Rangiku would let him fuck her and get Michiko off his mind. He hadn't slept with a woman in months. Grimmjow may be drop-dead gorgeous, but he wasn't the type to sleep around with everyone. The crowd cheered as Grimmjow and Nnoitra faced each other.
Grimmjow turned his attention to his opponent. He had a crazy smile on his face. "Damn, you're skinny as hell."
"Shut the hell up," he responded while maintaining his smile and brushing his long black hair over his shoulder. "Don't let that fool you. I will drag your ass."
'Tch," Grimmjow scoffed. "Yeah right lanky."
"All right guys, that's enough," the referee said as he backed away, holding out his fist to signal for them to start.
Grimmjow and Nnoitra locked eyes, tapped fists, and circled around each other. Nnoitra brought his knee up to Grimmjow's side. He blocked, but his blue eyes widened at the power behind the move. Nnoitra continued smiling as he threw his famous right hook. Grimmjow blocked and retaliated within seconds.
He grasped Nnoitra around the midsection and pushed him against the cage. Nnoitra's hands went to his hips, and he used his leg to block Grimmjow's knee from connecting with his stomach. Nnoitra slung him away, and they stalked each other once more. Grimmjow had his bloodthirsty smile on his face. This was his escape from reality. When he pounded all his anger into someone, it always acted as a stress reliever. Depending on how angry he was, his opponent might have a lot of pain to deal with later. Broken nose, torn ligaments, black eyes, and other various injuries. He couldn't care less about the physical pain he caused to others in his matches.
Nnoitra reverse roundhouse kicked at him and it took a lot for Grimmjow to avoid it since his legs were so long. Nnoitra then rushed him, throwing punch after punch in his direction. Grimmjow once again locked his arms around the taller man's waist and tried to take him down. He picked him up off the ground, but Nnoitra regained his footing as Grimmjow shoved him back into the steel fence. They locked each other in a fighter's embrace.
"Is that all, you little bitch?!" Nnoitra sneered, tightening his hold around the blue-haired man's head.
"You'll find out won't you, you anorexic fuck," Grimmjow answered as he knocked Nnoitra off balance.
They landed on the mat and Grimmjow was over him in a flash. He punched him twice in the face. On the third swing, Nnoitra grasped the back of Grimmjow's head and held it to his chest to make it so he couldn't see where he was punching at. Nnoitra blocked Grimmjow's wild swings and cracked him in the jaw a few times. They continued their battle until the referee stepped in.
They separated again and stood up. Grimmjow looked over Nnoitra's shoulder to see if Michiko was in her usual position in the front row. She always came to his matches ever since he became an MMA fighter. He saw she wasn't, and it upset him, but he should have guessed she wouldn't be coming anymore. Grimmjow bet her boyfriend, or pimp as he liked to call him since she did everything he said, forbid her from coming. Satoshi never liked him and that was just fine because he didn't give two fucks about that bastard, anyway. His only concern had been her, but it wasn't anymore; he bet Satoshi approved.
"Don't space out when you're fighting me!" Nnoitra yelled, advancing on him with lightning speed.
Grimmjow corrected his attention right as Nnoitra was in front of him and slammed him into the mat. Nnoitra hit him multiple times in the face as he tried to block Nnoitra's fists. Grimmjow wrapped his legs around his back and grasped his head to stop his movement. Nnoitra yanked himself to his feet and then slammed Grimmjow down on his back.
Damn it, he's won this match.
The fight raged on for a little longer, but Nnoitra did in fact win. His fans screamed his name when the ref held up his fist as the winner. Grimmjow turned to walk away as the cameras flashed all around him.
"Hey, blueberry."
Grimmjow turned to face him. "What do you want, you fuckin' stick?"
"I know you weren't fightin' at your full strength," he said. "Next time we fight, I'll fuck you up when you aren't preoccupied with other things."
"Sure whatever," Grimmjow said smirking as he exited the ring.
He walked past where that girl with the banging body had been standing. She wasn't there anymore, so he guessed she was already backstage. He couldn't wait for her to make him "feel better". He would slam into her until her throat was hoarse from screaming his name.
Harribel was on him in a heartbeat. "What the hell was that?" she asked.
His eyes moved over her. His manager's strangely cut blonde hair always was awkward to him. It had a symmetric pattern of long and short areas. He wondered if a kid took a pair of scissors to it.
"What are you talking about?" Grimmjow growled.
"You let whatever is troubling you interfere with your fight," she answered as she walked beside him. "What's going on Grimmjow? Nothing distracted you like this before."
"Nothin'," he replied without looking at her. "Where's the girl?"
"You mean that redhead with the ridiculously large tits?"
Grimmjow laughed. "You can't say anything, Harribel."
She gave him a minuscule smile. "That may be true, but I don't expose them like that."
"Not right now anyway," Grimmjow responded looking at her open black dress shirt. "I've seen yours more than any other woman."
"Be quiet." They entered the back, and she turned to him, gazing at him with seriousness in her eyes. "Whatever it is Grimmjow, fix it right away."
After that, she walked off. Grimmjow exhaled knowing she was right. He would put the whole situation behind him. If Michiko wanted to cut him out of her life after everything they had gone through, so be it. It was his fault for growing so attached to her. Let her go on her merry way and she would soon see just whom she pushed to the side like trash.
"Grimmjow!"
Arms locked around his stomach and could feel breasts pressing into his back. A smirk crossed his face as he turned to look at her. She pouted as she pulled him closer, laying her head on his broad shoulder.
"I'm so sad that you lost."
"You can make it all better though right Rangiku?" he asked as he placed her arms over his shoulders. He ran his fingertips down her arms and to her sides.
Rangiku pulled his head down to her level, a seductive smile crossing her lips. "I can help you forget your loss."
Grimmjow's hands moved to the sides of her ass and the tips of his fingers brushed across the roundness of her jeans. "How so?"
"I'm sure you know," she whispered as she brought her mouth to his.
They kissed, and her fingers moved over his defined chest. He was still sweaty from his fight, but she didn't care. She liked a dirty boy to a certain extent. It looked so manly. His hands moved around to grip her bottom. His tongue roamed in her mouth as he pulled her closer to him, pressing his lower half into her.
"Um, Rangiku?"
They broke apart and turned to the voice. A short, dark-haired woman was standing there. Grimmjow's eyes widened. He had seen this woman before. She was the one he met the day he and Michiko had their confrontation. Her eyes locked with his and he could tell she remembered him too.
Rangiku looked from Grimmjow to her friend. "Have you met him Rukia?"
She crossed her arms and stared at him. He hadn't been too friendly when they first met so she wasn't in the mood to see him even if she wasn't mad at him for it. "I met him a few days ago."
"Oh, that's nice Rukia," Rangiku said as she grasped his hand. "I'm going to go have sex with him now okay?"
Rukia shook her head at her blunt honesty. She was wondering if she had a whore for a friend. Rangiku targeted attractive men to sleep with, never looking for a true relationship. She didn't want anyone getting close to her after what the love of her life Toshiro did. It was along the lines as what happened between her and Ichigo. Guys could be such assholes.
"Sure," Rukia responded. "Do what... who you want."
As she turned away from them, she felt a strange sensation in her stomach. She wasn't happy that Rangiku was getting the royal blue-eyed Adonis to herself.