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An exciting time for you fans, as UFC 349 is just around the corner and the anticipated number one contender match between Dixon and Martinez is heating up. Both fighters are traveling to the host city as I post this, and they are gunning for one another.
Martinez spoke to the media yesterday from his gym, giving his opinion on Dixon's opportunities.
"He's a good fighter but he should have put in more time. I don't mind fighting him, I got nothin' to hide," he spoke cautiously. "But I put years into my career before I was allowed my chance. Just think he needs to pay his dues,"
Greene Gym has no comment in response to Martinez's statement.
The house offer was accepted the night before they left for Pittsburgh. With all the stress of packing and last minutes details, they almost forgot they had put a bid in. Between packing both their bags and checking her e-mail every ten minutes, Beth barely registered that her phone was ringing until Daryl answered it for her.
He came rushing into the room, to hand her the phone when he realized who was on the other side. He listened as their realtor explained their offer was accepted and they would be able to move in, in thirty days. He grabbed Beth's shoulder to turn her around and grinned at her as he mouthed, "We got the house!"
Beth screamed and jumped up and down, like a kid at Disneyworld. Daryl had to plug his ear and apologize for the noise. They made plans to speak after they returned from Pittsburgh, but that their lawyer would take care of the financials should they need.
The phone call ended and Beth jumped up into Daryl's arms, as they kissed and celebrated the fact that they got their dream home and it was paid for.
The night before the fight, Daryl was still awake, while Beth sleeps peacefully beside him. They had a nice quiet dinner in and relaxed in the jacuzzi tub before he worshipped her body into pleasure. It had become a ritual for them, before his fight, that they spend the evening together and relaxed. It was a great routine for them and Daryl always made sure that she was tuckered out from their sensual activities.
He wasn't worried about his fight the next day, he seemed pretty calm about it. He was just pondering the rest of his life. He had a great career going for him, a great girl and family support. They were buying a house together and really cementing their lives to one another.
He loved her.
There was no doubt in his mind and he told her that at every available opportunity. She was everything he could have ever hoped for in a partner and she gave everything she could for him. They had been together for less than a year but it felt like it had been a decade. They knew each other, inside and out and confessed their darkest fears and biggest wishes. They supported one another and rarely ever fought, barring the usual disagreements on household chores or leaving laundry on the floor.
He loved every bit of her and although it was fast, he couldn't help but feel he wanted to marry her and have children with her. They barely spoke of marriage, let alone children but it would cement in his brain how permanent she is to him, and show the world that he's the lucky guy she picked.
It wasn't so much the idea of getting married that intimidated him, it was getting to that point. He made a mental checklist of all the things he needed to do, before he could even ask her. He planned to talk to her father, and seek his blessing. Family was most important to her and this was a must.
He would also need to get a ring for her. That would be a tough one but he figured he could look online and then send Merle to go get it, if necessary. The last thing was the proposal and he knew he needed something special for that. She loved when he surprised her with little gifts and trinkets, or even breakfast in bed, so this would have to be memorable. He may need to seek out Maggie on this one since the two sisters talked all the time and most certainly had discussed their dream proposals at one point in their lives.
He figured at this time in life, when he was wanting to propose to a woman, he would be terrified and nervous but he only felt the tiny bit of nerves that one would expect. Beth was it for him and he was ready for this next step. He didn't need to pull this off anytime soon so he could wait it out and plan their moment perfectly. He had one shot at this and he wanted it to be memorable for the both of them; a story they could tell their children and grandchildren one day.
It put his head at ease to have thought everything through and he was finally able to get some much needed sleep.
It was finally time for the main event and Daryl was already in the caged octagon, waiting for Martinez to come out. He had the backing of the crowd with their cheers and chanting of his name. Shawn, Abraham and Merle all held his banner proudly, showing off his home gym and multiple sponsors he had earned in the past few months. He was aware of his surroundings, the referee, the judges. He felt their presence and knew where they were located. He also knew that Beth was sitting in the front row behind him, along with her father and Eugene. He pushed it to the back of his mind and waited, with slow, steady breaths for Martinez to come out.
The music started and the people cried out for his opponent. His entourage of staff and security flanked him on either side and he had the same look of determination as Daryl held on his own face. They stared each other down and Daryl, for once, felt the intimidation set in.
The majority of his other opponents did the whole showboating, cheering the crowd and could care less about him. They refused to look at him until the match started. Martinez, on the other hand, was a man like him, and refused to look away. Even as the referee checked them both over, their eyes never left the other.
It was a battle of wills at this point and Daryl knew that he would not back down from the challenge.
The bell rang and both men jumped right into the action. They circled one another, Daryl going for a leg kick to try and get Martinez down. Martinez pulled the same move, grinning wildly at Daryl when neither one landed it.
Daryl tried again and missed, leaving Martinez to do the same thing.
It became a game to them. Who would pull first and then the other would do the same. Daryl wondered if Martinez was trying to get into his head. Show him how he could do things better than the rookie fighter. Daryl refused to let those mind games enter his brain.
"One minute," Shawn yelled from the sidelines, giving Daryl a clue to how long they've been doing this.
Martinez went for the right hand but bounced it off of Daryl's forearm, leaving Daryl to give a hard left, which connected right on the cheek. Martinez brushed it off and tried a head kick but connected with a leg kick instead.
Daryl came back quickly with a left hook and overhand right which connected and pushed Martinez to his knees. Daryl throws some body shots and a low kick to get him down but Martinez kept himself up, throwing some rib punches.
Daryl backed off, getting his footing and breath back but it allowed Martinez to get right back up.
Daryl gave him another overhand right and a few body shots, which Martinez tried to block with his knees. The bell rang the end of the round, and both men returned to their corner. Daryl sat down on the stool provided while Abraham gave him water and checked his face for cuts.
"You gotta get in there, Daryl. Gotta keep up the pressure. You give him any time and he comes right back up. You get him down, you keep him down," Shawn explained, over the yelling from the crowd. Daryl nodded in understanding.
"He's got speed but you got the weight. Get him down and tap him out, little brother," Merle piped in.
The break was over and the bell rung again signalling the next round. He rarely went to the second round, but this just proved how much of a competitor he was fighting. Martinez meant business and was not going to let go of his title without a fight.
Martinez got right into in, going for Daryl's lead leg and trying to push him off his center. Daryl got right into Martinez's face after that and pulled his own shots, right to the face and shoulders. Martinez tried to get a head kick in but Daryl blocked him, landing a right hand and body shot in return, then an elbow.
He knocked Martinez off balance once again and continued on his plight. He kept on swinging but Martinez kept eating it up, not wanting to give Daryl an inch of power over him. Finally, having enough, Daryl went for a couple leg kicks, really pushing his legs out to get Martinez down.
He's not disappointed.
Martinez goes down and Daryl came right on top of him, grabbing his head and pulling it close to his chest. His right leg held Martinez' body to one side, while his other leg swept over and held his body down. He held the Arm In Guillotine submission hold for no more than ten seconds before Martinez tapped out.
The crowd roared in amazement and once he felt the tap, he let go and allowed Martinez up. The ref comes between them but the look that passes over his adversaries face, shows one of completion and finality, and Daryl isn't worried that the man will come after him again. He may not like that Daryl just won this match, but he respects this industry and wouldn't cause trouble in it.
Daryl gets up from the mat and the ref is already lifting his arm in the air in victory, as the announcer makes it official. He can hear his team behind him, yelling as they press to get their pictures and all he wants to do is turn around so badly and look at his girl.
He can only imagine what she looks like but his mind can do no justice to her, because when he finally does get the chance to turn around, she's screaming at the top of her lungs, elated that he won.
Abraham almost knocks him over with his bear hug, pulling him off the ground, cheering how great he was. Shawn and Merle are right there beside them, chanting his name as the crowd goes wild.
He was looking at this match as more of a victory, but when the announcer called him the number one contender for the heavyweight championship, he couldn't help but feel in awe.
A year ago, he would have never fathomed that he would be in the professional leagues, nonetheless in line for a championship match, This was just too good to be true. If it wasn't for his sore jaw from the punches, he would think he was dreaming.
But it's true, he is the number one contender and he just has to beat Zach to become the champion. And there was nothing that was gonna stop him from beating Zach to the ground!
Daryl could feel the adrenaline come off of him, as he lounged in the shower. He was lucky this time around that he got his own dressing room with a private bathroom. Once he took his gear off, and everyone else left, he felt himself relax.
He wish he could have seen Beth. It was so crowded at the end of the night and he only saw her face in the crowd for a few seconds before he was being whisked away to do some interviews. Shawn said that she would take her dad back to the hotel and meet him there later.
As tired as felt, he also had a huge amount of adrenaline running through him and he couldn't wait to see her and hold her close. He may have seen her only hours ago but after this win, he just wanted to hold his girl and bask in the glory.
He heard the door open to his bathroom and figured it was Merle wondering what was taking him so long. Someone has to stay back with Daryl so Merle had been volun-told. Merle was pretty impatient though and probably wanted to get to the bar for the after-party that Daryl refused to go to.
He turned off the water, and grabbed the towel hanging right outside the stall. Drying his hair and chest off quickly, he wrapped the towel around his waist and pulled open the shower curtain and was shocked to see Beth sitting on the counter, watching him seductively.
"What you doin' here? Thought you was gonna be at the hotel?" he asked, shock still coursing through him. Rather than speak a word, she hopped down from the counter and walked the few steps towards him, grabbing his head with both of her hands and kissing him hard on the mouth.
This girl was full of surprises and he barely responded to her as she pressed her mouth eagerly to his. When she pulled back slightly, she looked up into his eyes and bit her lip. "Didn't want to wait for the hotel," she replied finally.
Once he registered what was happening and what she was implying, he finally got his act together and pulled her body right onto his and fused his mouth back onto hers. It was a tangle of limbs and grabbing at one another, trying to pull the other closer, which wasn't even possible.
She was backed onto the vanity, his hands grabbing a fistful of her ass, while the other was trying to pull down her strapless dress.
"Fuck Beth," he groaned as her tits were exposed to him and he thanked the lord above that she was small chested enough to never need a bra with these dresses.
His mouth easily latched onto her peaked nipple and she let out a wanton moan as he sucked hard. Her hands wandered up and down his body, pulling the towel free from the knot and letting it fall to the floor.
"I need you to fuck me," Beth exclaimed as he bit down lightly on her breast. "Now" she begged.
He didn't need to be told again, so he moved his hand from her behind to her front, reaching below her dress for the panties that were sure to be in the way but all he felt was her bare lips and dripping wet slit.
"What happened to your panties," he kissed her collarbone, pushing her body back to lie against the mirror.
"Too wet," she breathed heavily. Her back arched as his fingers dipped inside of her cunt to feel her insides drenched. She moaned loudly again, knocking her head against the mirror. He backed his body away from her but slid his hardness, up and down her slit, getting himself wet with her juices.
"What am I gonna do with you, girl?" he spoke with that low voice she loved so much. She looked right into his eyes, giving him the seductive stare that brought him to his knees.
"Make me cum," she spoke back authoritatively.
He almost came with those words.
He replaced his fingers with his cock and slammed into her, hard. He held her body close so she wouldn't hurt herself, but he wanted enough space so they could both see him slide in and out of her core.
He held onto her hips, pulling her down onto him as he thrust back up and she whined at the pleasure that rocked through her body.
"Fuck you needed it bad, already gonna cum on my dick," he groaned as he could start to feel flutters surround his hardness. She nodded her head and moaned out again, begging for him to go harder. "Touch yourself darlin'."
Her fingers automatically went to her clit and she rubbed hard, closing her eyes. It felt so good and when she screamed out her orgasm, he almost lost it himself.
"Fuck, that was hot, Beth," he said, as he continued to fuck her hard. She slowed down on her clit, but she was still playing with it, pinching it between her two fingers.
"Again," she whined, clearly not sated enough yet. Pulling out of her pussy, he looked down at his length and saw how slick it was with her cum. He wanted to lick her to orgasm but that would wait. He needed to get out of this bathroom and onto their bed where he could take his time in worshipping her body.
So he turned her around, letting her face the mirror in front of them and pushed his dick right back inside of her. She moaned as he continued the frantic pace he had before, pulling her hips towards him. This time though, he was gonna get her there himself, and he spit down towards the crack of her ass and smothered the saliva around her back opening.
It was something he had discovered not that long ago, and while she told him that anal sex was off the menu, she was down for a little bit of finger play. He pressed his thumb around the puckered skin there, pressing down every few thrusts. He could see her face in the mirror and she was in pure ecstasy. It would not take her long to get her to completion.
Wanting to change the angle, he pulled on her leg and placed her knee on the counter of the vanity. It was the perfect height where she was still aligned up to him, but now, he could pull her back even further on his dick.
Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the new angle hit that magical spot inside of her. Coupled with his hard thrusts and his thumb pushing just past her puckered hole, she was gone in less than five seconds.
Her orgasm was strong and her cunt grabbed his dick. She felt extremely tight and he lost his load in her within a minute. He felt his body pulse with each stream of cum and her body soaked it up like a sponge. It was amazing and he slumped down onto her body, relishing in the closeness.
"I'd say we need to shower, but I just wanna get back to the hotel and do that again," she spoke through labored breaths. When he connected eyes with her in the mirror, he could see the evil smile on her mouth and in her eyes.
"God I love when you get like this," he responded, kissing her back and pulling himself from her warm heat.
"Me too," she replied. He slapped her ass and grabbed his towel, wiping up their mixture of bodily fluids from her.
They were gonna be in for a long, fun night.
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