Chapter 1

As with the Prologue purely cosmetic work has been done to this. I've made some changes as far as punctuation and repeat words, and a few things to make it flow better. Nothing imperative or important to the story has been changed.

As always with these things, I don't own Twilight or the characters. I'm just having a bit of fun and having my way. Stephenie Meyer owns it all, that lucky bitch.

Please do not translate my story or take it as yours. I put my time and thought into this story. While it may not be professional, it's a piece of me, and if you steal it, you're stealing a piece of me. That's not very nice.

Please read my A/N at the end, I have a question for ya'll that I would like some help with. And as always, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had I did writing it. I really like my Edward and I hope you do too.

It's All About ME,ME,ME

"Hey sexy, want to come to my place and have a little fun?" A short, ugly blonde chick asks as I pass by her and the two other girls whose eyes are glued to me… or is it my ass they are staring at? I see it all the time that look in their eyes like they're going to pounce on me if given the chance. It scares the living hell out of me how some of them can be. Ravenous and demanding… it's just fucking scary.

"Emmett I'll be outside waiting," I tell my brother, who is also my coach, as I quickly get my happy ass out of there. It never fails, girls, hell, even grown ass women, get a few drinks in them and all of a sudden they have no shame. They have absolutely no shame or qualms about hitting on someone.

I walk down the sidewalk to my favorite tattoo place to just get away and look at some new art. I wish I could get another one right now but I have fights coming up and that shit will hurt and possibly get fucked up. No sense in going through all that and putting that kind of money out just to have it get ruined. I go in and look anyways. They treat me good here. I know all the artists, it's a clean place that takes care of a lot if big named people… not that I'm some big named person or anything, just saying, they're that good.

I look around and see the dude who does all my ink. He's cool as shit and a fucking awesome artist. I send everyone that I come across that wants a tattoo here. There's a cute little girl in here that I have thought about fucking on several occasions but they're all really close and I know I will hurt her and I don't want to have to find a new tattoo place so I leave her alone. But fuck, what I wouldn't give to feel her mouth with that tongue ring on my cock and to play with her perky pierced nipples. I don't usually go for the nip piercings but I could make an exception for her. It doesn't matter, like I said, I like it here too much so I'm not risking it.

I'm talking with my guy when Emmett walks in and he has Jasper with him. "Where the fuck did you find that asshole?" I ask Emmett as I'm giving Jasper the stink eye, fucking with him. We'd lost him back at the club and hadn't seen him in over an hour. These are my two best friends and while they piss me off more times than I can keep track of, I wouldn't have it any other way. They're the only ones, besides my sister and parents, who know how to deal with my fucked up ass.

Jasper is drunk and slurring his words! We were out tonight to let loose and have fun before all the shit starts up again. In two days it will be nothing but work, work, and work. Training, practicing and nothing but healthy eating… and that means no more alcohol. At least it's not just rabbit food like some people do. I can't live off that shit alone. I am a man, damn it, and I need me some meat. Ok, really, I'm not a Neanderthal. I just like a nice juicy piece of meat every now and then.

Emmett looks at me after I ask him about Jasper and just as he's about to tell me, there's the nastiest sound coming from Jasper. I look over and the dude has puked all over himself and the goddamn floor.

"Jasper, what the fuck man? You can't come into someone's business and spew fucking vomit all over the damn place, shit." I turn to look at my tattoo guy who looks like he's about to bust out with the biggest fucking laugh ever.

"Dude, don't worry about it," he says, trying his damnedest not to let that laugh out. "He isn't the first person to leave a mess in here. At least it was from that end and not the other. You wouldn't believe the shit we see in here. I wish people would learn to hold their booze a little better, but hell it gives me some interesting stories!" He calls another guy over to clean the mess up, a kid who couldn't be much older than eighteen or nineteen. "Seth get over there and clean that nasty shit up," he tells him as his hold on the laugh weakens.

I can't figure out why he wants to laugh so bad until I look over and see that not only has Jasper covered himself in his spew, he's also covered Emmett and Em looks like he's about to rage on someone's ass, that ass belonging to Jasper. I am wasted myself so I can't hold back from laughing and about to piss myself doing so. That's when I hear my tattoo guy let go and just bust out with a massive laugh. By the time we leave, everyone is laughing so hard they've got tears streaming down their face. Everyone, that is, except Jasper and Emmett, even though I know if it weren't him that was covered his ass would be laughing right along!

We walk out and try to find somewhere we can get water to wash them off with. No one wants us near their places, not with how those two assholes look. Can't say that I blame them.

I look at Jasper and tell him what I know he's not going to want to hear and I can see it in his face that he knows what I'm about to say. "We have to call her Jazz, there is no way around it, your dumbass had to go and cover your asses in your booze laden stomach contents. So, now you have to deal with it. Besides what's she going to do, tie you to the bed and whip you? It's not like that would be anything fucking new." I laugh while poking fun at him and he knows exactly what I'm talking about.

The problem with being really close to family is that you find out things you don't want to know. Jasper is married to my little sister Alice and she has come with us to some of the out of town fights. We all give each other a room key just in case we need it for some reason or another because you just never know what will happen.

I got more than an eyeful one day when I walked into their room looking for my fight shorts that Alice was suppose to have. I had knocked repeatedly for about a minute just to make sure that no one was in there because I know that my sister and brother-in-law were like rabbits when it came to doing the dirty, dirty.

I went into the room with the key and saw why no one was answering. Jasper was tied to the bed blindfolded, naked and had one of those gag ball things in his mouth. There was a leather whip among other toys on the side of the bed. I heard a gasp and turned to see Alice in a robe and wet hair. I looked at Jasper and then at her and got my ass out of there as fast as possible. I haven't let him forget what I saw that night since and that was the last time I ever walked in their room without one of them with me.

I call Alice and she shows up about a half hour later. I can't tell if she's more pissed or more amused at the scene before her. Also, the smell is starting to get a little strong, so I am grateful she showed up when she did. These assholes were reeking and my eyes were starting to burn from it. Is there anything worse than alcohol laden puke all over someone?

She brings them a change of clothes each and some baby wipes and hand sanitizers. They have to change their clothes outside by the car which is funny watching them do, trying not to fall over from being kind of buzzed still. After they are done we headed to our homes. I let Alice take their asses home as I don't want to deal with them anymore, I want my damn bed; it is calling my name.

I wake up the next morning feeling like shit, that's what I get for drinking so damn much. Today and tomorrow are going to be what I call "detox days". These are the days where I get my body to rid itself of the crap I've been ingesting that will screw me up with getting ready to fight. I am stoked to start training. While it's grueling and in the beginning I feel like I'm going to die but I love every minute of it. I love pushing myself past what I normally do, pushing myself past every limit I ever had. It's how I am in life but with training and fighting, I get to feel it so much more.

We're going to be trying some new things this fighting season so I'm all hyped up about it. Emmett and I have been working on a new workout routine, trying to get rid of my weaknesses as best as we can. Any fighter or any person period who thinks they don't have a weakness is so full of shit, it's not even funny. Every person no matter who they are has at least one weakness. I have several and not just with my fighting.

I have a temper and I have issues with relationships, so much that I have never dated anyone. I've only ever done one night stands. I've had more women than I had any right to have or should have had; I guess you could call me a man whore. I love sex what can I say? It feels good, plus the amount of women that want me feeds my ego. It's also a great release when you're stressed.

So I love to have sex sue me, it's not like I'm the first man to love sex and have countless one night stands.

But it's not like I'm the first man to love sex and have my share of one night stands. Not all are one night stands; I have some that I use for a booty calls. We have an unspoken agreement worked out. She gets to feel good and I get to feel good, what more do you need? None of that bullshit relationship crap where you have to worry about cheating or hurting their feelings for forgetting their birthday or anniversary or some other fucked up holiday. Nope, I get sex, they get sex and life is good. At least that's what I tell myself to try to make myself believe that's all I need. I know deep down I want more, I just know I won't be any good at it, so why try for it? Not to mention anybody has crossed my path yet for me to want that. I actually think about it a lot, especially when I'm lying in my bed all alone like I do the two nights before practice starts.

"Edward Anthony Cullen get your damn ass out of bed right fucking now" I hear Emmett screaming at my front door.

What the fuck?

I look over at my clock to find out what time it is and see that it's six o'clock in the fucking morning. Ugh I totally forgot that we were getting up at the ass crack of dawn. I am so not a morning person as my mood shows.

"Emmett shut the fuck up, I have neighbors you know and they're all sleeping unlike you're fucking ass!" I slowly get out of bed and stumble to the bathroom to take that first morning piss. After which, I wash my hands and splash water on my face to try to wake my ass up. It helps some but I'm still tired as fucking hell, staying up and thinking at night has got to stop.

I can't keep this shit up, I think to myself as I look at the bags under my eyes in the mirror. I'm also pale… how the hell am I pale when I live in the fucking Sunshine State?

As I'm standing there I hear Emmett again, only this time he's pounding on my door, "Shit" I say out loud remembering I didn't let him in. "Fuck sorry Emmett, See? I'm not a damn morning person, I have a feeling today is gonna be hard on my ass with how I'm feeling, but I bet you'll enjoy every god damn minute of it won't you" my smart ass says to him as I let him in and stand by the door waiting to close it as he walks in.

"Um… Edward are you planning on training like that?" Em asks me as he stares down at me in my boxer briefs that are hugging me snuggly, showing off the morning wood I still have bulging.

"Shit, See? Once again proof I'm not a morning person Emmett, this shit is gonna get old quick" I turn and go to my room to put on some clothes. I run my hands through the mess that I call my hair that has a mind of its own. I have never been able to tame it or control it, even when I cut it short for fights. It just goes all over the place.

I put on my basketball shorts and white t-shirt, which has become my normal training and practicing attire. The t-shirt usually comes off so no need to get fancy there. I put on my shoes and grab my bag and we're out the door and head to the gym, the gym that Emmett owns. We walk there because it's close by and a great way to warm up before practice.

The first day of training and I'm dying. Emmett is kicking my fucking ass. I think I'm going to stop taking these breaks in between because I can't handle when we first start. Emmett keeps getting pissed off at me because I'm not even close to what I was last season. Hell it's only been a month but I'm so not used to this.

Training is tiring but I need to get my stamina back up and get my body into the best shape it's ever been in. Emmett and I did some reading and found some things that some of that big top winners are doing, so we're going to try that route and see what happens.

We always start with stretching, I don't want to hurt my back like the way I've seen some fighters do because they didn't keep themselves stretched and limber. If you're too wound up, too tense, you're not going to be able to absorb the blows as easily and could have even more damage done.

He then has me run for twenty minutes outside in the damn heat, have I ever mentioned how fucking hot and humid Florida gets, well it's fucking hot let me tell ya. You walk out and feel like you can't breathe. It's good though because it helps me to work up my lungs better.

After running I start sparring with another kid, this is the shit I live for. Fighting!

I head to the shower in Emmett's office, technically our office.

God this shower feels so damn good. My muscles always get so fucking tense after starting practice again. As I practice more and more I'm not as tense but still, it would be nice to be able to loosen up and relax.

"I wonder if there are any good massage places around here" I said out loud, talking to myself again. I think I'll ask Em, since he's into all that self pampering crap. Usually I just take a hot shower or get in the hot tub and rub some Icy Hot on whatever is tense which is usually my shoulders and back and legs.

After I get out of the shower I notice that Emmett has something marked on the calendar for tomorrow. Looks like some kind of meeting with SHSC.

What the hell is SHSC? I ask myself, making a mental note to ask Emmett next time I see him. That's two things now that I need to ask him. Hopefully I remember them.

I leave the gym for the day, waving to everyone and walk out to the parking lot to get into my car and head over to my parents house for dinner. My parents have us "kids" come over at least four nights a week for dinner. I don't mind it and actually go over more than that. My mom is an awesome cook, plus, she loves it when I come over and she gets to dote on me.

I love my parents; they are so kind and gentle and warm. They gave me a wonderful life growing up, gave me everything I could ever want or need. I wore the best clothes, ate the best food, traveled all over the world, had the best toys, the biggest and best and newest of everything that I could ever want or need. I was and still am spoiled but I don't let it go to my head…much.

I was a good kid, if you don't count the damn fighting I always managed to do. I didn't get into trouble at school with my grades, I was a straight A student, I was involved in clubs in high school to help me get further in college. I helped around the house and my siblings and I barely fought, which is basically unheard of from what I've been told over the years. I was technically the oldest one even though Emmett and I are the same age, I was born a few months before him so that made me the oldest. I never acted like the oldest, it was for the most part, an even playing field for us, even for Alice. We never treated her like a little kid or that she was beneath us. Sure we teased her and picked on her and did brotherly things on here but that was because she was a girl, not because she was younger.

In high school we all hung out together and shared the same friends. Alice was a year younger than us so it was not a big deal, plus we dated some of her friends, which she hated, but we didn't care, we wanted some action and Alice brought it to us. We couldn't help it; the girls practically threw themselves at us.

Fuck one time, Em and I had to literally pry these twins off us, we'd gone on a double date with them and they decided to be all frisky and take control. Next thing we knew, they had our pants unzipped and our cocks out and were trying to take advantage of us. Not that we usually cared or had a problem with that, mind you, but they were just being weird. Come to find out, they thought we were twins and had this dream of having sex with twins and hopefully to marry them one day. We weren't ready for that shit. It was just too much. We dropped them off at their house and never saw them at ours again. To this day I don't know if Alice ever knew what happened or not, knowing her, she probably did. She seems to almost know when something is gonna happen before it does, like she's psychic or something.

After we eat dinner and have dessert, I leave to go to my place. I'm tired as hell and I know that tomorrow is gonna just be another day like today. My fucking body is going to want to kill me. I get home check my email and my Twitter and get in bed setting my damn alarm on my phone. I am sure I'm going to grow to hate that fucker too, with the stupid ass alarm that will be blaring out of it way too early every damn morning. I realize I'm cranky, which is a good sign I need to lay my ass down and go to sleep. Only… I can't!

Once again the thoughts that consume me every night creep in and keep me from my peaceful, much needed slumber. I do eventually fall asleep and just as I predicted I hear that fucking alarm go off.

Here's to another day of practice, somebody please fucking shoot me and remind why the fuck I'm doing this shit again?

Hmm maybe I should ask Em. Why not throw a third question in there?

I get off my lazy ass and just like the day before; I splash my face, try to fuss with my hair, finally giving up after about two seconds, grab my shit and head out the door.

It's six fifteen in the morning but damn if it isn't fucking hot and humid. Florida is a beautiful place with the palm trees and grass and sun and beaches, but it's also a concrete fucking jungle. Buildings are popping up all over the place, construction on the interstates and regular roads are constant and a pain in my fucking ass. It takes me twice as long to get to the gym because they decided they needed to start work in the middle of rush hour. Gotta love this city's thinking. I end up at the gym, The Cullen Gym or as we call it TCG and proceed to stretch and do all my daily routine stuff.

As I'm finishing up the basics and getting ready for practicing with someone, Emmett strolls in and I'm pissed. He was suppose to be here with me, so I lay into him" Bro where the fuck have you been? I've been here all by myself waiting for you. You're my fucking coach; the least you can do is let me know where the hell you are. Damn it!"

"Dude chill the fuck out, I was on my way in" he glares at me.

There's something different about him, there's a look in his eye… I figure it out, "Emmett, were you getting laid? Is that why you're ass didn't get here on time? Getting some last minute piece of ass from some skank?" I know how to push his buttons and do because his ass has pissed me off, so I want to get back. Remember I like to fight and this helps me with practice, the more pumped up I get and the more pumped up my opponent is the better.

"Asshole listen here, you fucking know better than to assume that! You know I don't go sleeping around with no fucking skanks! For you damn information, since you seem to want to stick your nosy ass into my business, I was with a woman, someone I've kind of been seeing, so watch your fucking mouth!"

I was stunned when he tells me that. Emmett dating a woman? No fucking way! That can't be right, I must've heard him wrong,

"A woman? You? Date? A woman? Dude how the fuck did I not know this? We're brothers, we tell each other everything and you didn't tell me this? That's just fucked up bro." I am kind of hurt and pretty damn pissed that he kept this from me.

"Well, I didn't know where it was going. We've only been seeing each other for a month now. I really like her. She's sexy, smart and has a mouth on her. She owns half a business, she knows what she wants and it seems that, right now, she wants me. I didn't want to jinx the shit before it even got started. Not to mention, the sex is great… I didn't want to jinx losing that either. So sorry if I hurt your little girly feelings. Though… I'm surprised you even have any outside of this and yourself. But I think I'm falling for her, we'll see. I'm not even sure how she feels about me. I just know that my feelings are awfully damn strong for such a short time and it scares the shit out of me" he spills as he opens up to me in this testosterone filled place. It's starting to make me feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Okaaay, whatever, can we stop this damn gab fest and sharing feelings shit and get down to business? Your ass can spar with me since you weren't here earlier. And don't go easy like you normally do, do you understand? I know you're bigger and shit but I want the practice, I need it. Plus I'm beginning to think you're a pansy with all the mushy gushy shit you just spewed out to me" I love egging him on, and keep doing it, even though I know he's not fully pissed. He doesn't like it when I make fun of him for expressing his feelings. That is one thing we were different on, he was willing to express himself and I wasn't, at least not like that.

We start sparring and he does as I ask and doesn't take it easy on me, working my ass hard. I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. I'm going to pay for the shit I said to him. He is kicking my ass… damn I really need to stop taking breaks in between seasons. It's only day two and I'm already doing shitty. I'm so unfocused that I don't even notice that Emmett is coming at me. He punches me right in the shoulder.

"Holy fucking shit, you god damn cocksucking dickhead" I scream out all in one breath. "What the fuck did you do that for," I ask grabbing my shoulder that's starting to feel like I just got thrown into a wall, "Damn Em, when I said don't take it easy, I didn't mean to use all your fucking force. I think you fucked up my shoulder. God damn that hurts!" I wince as I try to move it some. "Fuck now what am I going to do? Hopefully you didn't fuck it up too bad!"

"Hold on, I'll be right back" Em says as he pulls out his cell phone and makes a call. I hear him some as I get closer to the office and the other person has picked up" Hey babe, what are you guys doing? I know it's early but I kind of need you guys, do you mind coming to the gym and helping me out?"

"Yeah, Edward fucking pissed me off. Sorry, I know you don't like me using that word, anyways, he pissed me off and told me not to take it easy on him and because he wasn't blocking I hit his shoulder. His dumbass was in la la land or something, shit I don't know, but anyways, we can't do anything until it gets looked at. I know you're not a doctor, but you deal with this kind of stuff all the time." He pauses as he waits for a response. "Thanks babe, see you guys when you get here" he hangs up the phone and walks out and sees me standing outside the office door.

"Who was that Emmett? Was it your woman?" I ask sarcastically dragging out the word woman all dramatically.

"Yes, that was my woman" he snaps at me sarcastically. "I guess you're going to meet her before everyone else in the family and before I planned on it. Remember how I said she owns half a business? Well she's into sports medicine… well her and her partner is. She does the sports medicine and her partner does the massage therapy or massaging side. They just opened up and I had a meeting set up with them today about possibly coming on to be on our team when you start your matches. I thought it would be a good idea to have someone there who can fix your ass up when needed and the massage therapy will help with your muscles" he explains. "Her partner owns most of the business so the name of the company is Swan Hale Sports Clinic" It dawns on me now what SHSC was on the calendar… guess I don't have to ask him about that or about the massage place. Wow, two birds with one stone.

"So when were you going to tell me about this? I thought we were partners Em. Are you going to start doing shit behind my back now? First your woman and now this? What's happening bro? Why are you keeping shit from me, that's not like you. Ugh what the fuck ever. I'm gonna go take a shower since I can't do shit today with my shoulder. Dude and my right shoulder? How the fuck am I gonna jerk off now? That shit is gonna hurt like hell. Thanks a lot asshole." I storm off snickering at myself for the last part, I just had to throw that out because, and well it's true.

How the fuck was I going to get myself off and release tension with my right shoulder, my strong shoulder, the shoulder that makes me who I am in fights, is now all fucked up now? I hope to God that fucking chick and her partner can help because this shit isn't going to fly. I strip down and take a shower in the office again. I swear I take more baths here more than I do my own home.

I enjoy the shower but my shoulder is hurting like hell still. I think maybe even a little more from having to do shit to get a shower and wash up. I've got the towel around my waist like I normally do and as always no underwear on either as I come out of the shower and into the office. I'm holding my shoulder and look up to see two people standing outside the office, Emmett and some blond chick.

I look around and hear a noise, a little cough like someone clearing their throat to get your attention. That's when I see this girl, no this woman, sitting in the chair in the office, I look at her and I'm beyond shocked when I see her. Who is this woman and what the fuck is she doing in our office? I walk over to ask her what she's doing and my towel catches on something.

Next thing I know, I'm feeling a cool breeze down below, my eyes go wide and my mouth opens in shock.

Ok what did you think? Getting to know Edward a little more? Excited to see who's in the chair? I think you all have an idea, but we'll see…

Poor Edward and his shoulder, that shit has to hurt, imagine getting punched like that by Emmett. I would be bawling my eyes out.

Oh do you guys like that he's in Florida? Do you want to hear a bit more about him going around where he lives? I pretty much know where the story is going, but I'm always open for ideas from you guys, to see what kinds of things you would like to know about my Edward.

Also thanks to my initial readers. I appreciate you all. I'm sorry I didn't get to the reviews this week. This chapter was a bit difficult for me b/c I had Edward screaming at me, telling me to go one way, when I wanted to go another. Guess who won? Lol

I will get to the reviews this week. I love them, you guys made me feel all warm and tingly all over when I read them. Without you guys, I wouldn't have a reason to post this, so please review let me know what you think, what you like and don't like or whatever. I crave feedback and criticism, good or bad :D

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I just want to reiterate that while this is based around MMA/UFC, I am not an expert on the subject. What I write about is some from interviews I've seen, watching matches and reading up on the internet. I will be taking literary liberties with the topic so please don't hold anything that is out of place with what I write about MMA/UFC against me.