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ummmm... ok in this story Musa id basically Beyonce lol mixed with a little Rihanna, and Zendaya...I think thats all I wanted you to know...well...Happy New Year and enjoy!

Tonight was the night everyone was waiting for, the UFC championship fight. This was the night he'd been training for most of his life. If he won the fight tonight he would be the undefeated 3 time UFC championship winner. He was sitting in his dressing room with his trainer, agent, and a few members of his entourage. He was slowly drowning everything out so he could focus on his match. All he had to do was win this one last match and he'd win it all. 'Beat Anagon'

Outside the arena everyone was buzzing. Fans stood behind the red velvet ropes as they watched their favorite celebrities and fighters. Celebrities were walking down the red carpet doing mini interviews, taking pictures, signing autographs, telling the reporters who they thought would win the fight. Actors, athletes, fashion designers, singers, and basically anyone with a high social status were at the arena for the fight, well mostly everyone.

"Musa! Musa over here!" a photographer called out as the singer stepped onto the red carpet. Musa stopped and posed for a couple of pictures for the cameramen. The blue haired singer was dressed rather casual but she still managed to look beautiful. Her hair was pulled into a high messy bun with her bangs dusting the long eyelashes. She had on a cream colored cropped pull over hoodie, with distressed boyfriend jeans and little black booties.

Flashes went off with frenzy once everyone realized Musa was at the venue with her agent right behind her. Right now Musa was the hottest and most sought after musical artists ever. Musa could sing, produce, read and write music, not to mention act and dance; she was truly gifted and anyone with eyes and ears knew that.

Ever since she made her musical debut in a girl group at the age of 14, everyone around knew she was destined for greatness. Earlier that year Musa released her first ever solo album which brought even more publicity to the 22 year old artist, which last week included 14 Grammy nominations.

It had been eight years since Musa was introduced into the world of fame but she sometimes still had problems with everyone wanting to know what she was up to, where she had been, where she was going, who was she seeing and things of that nature even though she was notoriously single. The singer was always one to try and keep her private life just that, private but she soon learned that the price of fame was the payment of privacy, which she really hated at times.

"We love you Musa!" "Musa marry me" "Musa sign this for me?!"

All sorts of requests could be heard as Musa walked further down the red carpet.

"I love you too guys." She said as she waived to her fans. She took her time and signed autographs, blew kisses, and even took selfies with a few of the lucky fans who were close enough. Her agent had her walking in a strict timeframe and apparently now was the time to get interviewed by Krystal Taylor a celebrity reporter. "And here we have the ever so lovely Musa looking as fabulous as ever." The reporter said when Musa stepped on the platform. Musa smiled "Thank you."

"So first off I want to say congratulations Musa, 14 Grammy nominations! And on your first solo album too! How excited are you?" The reporter woman asked.

"I'm extremely excited and so grateful to have the fans that I do; I can't thank you guys enough for the support." Musa smiled looking from Krystal to the camera. Once again Musa's manager Ari was motioning that it was time for Musa to make her way into the arena. "One last question before you go who are you here to see win the fight?" She asked tilting the mic towards Musa.

"Oh, I'm not here to see the fight I'm here to see Stella Solaria." Musa said looking Krystal right in the eyes. Krystal looked quite confused until Musa let out a small giggle. "I'm just kidding; I'm here to see Riven win of course." Musa said with a wink as she walked away from the celebrity reporter. "And there you have it Riven Sheffield gets Musa's vote" Krystal said to the camera when Musa had left.

But that was a complete lie, Musa really was only there to see her fashion designer friend Stella Solaria, since this would be the one time she wasn't completely busy with her fashion line or long term boyfriend Brandon James who was also a UFC fighter.

To be completely honest Musa didn't really care if Riven won the match or not, what she cared about was that Anagon lost. The two had dated for a long period time and was unknown to the public which Musa was grateful for because dating him was one of the worst decisions she had ever made. She knew she had a photo shoot with whoever won the match tonight and she really was not in the mood to see Anagon's face again so any one that could beat Anagon was a pretty damn ok in her book, and it didn't hurt that she did find Riven attractive.

By the time Musa made it into the arena and passed security the match was about ready to begin. She walked down the steps as the bell rang signaling the match had started. She saw Riven land and good punch to Anagon's face and smiled to herself, maybe she would actually enjoy watching the fight. Musa finally made it down to the first row where Stella and her boyfriend Brandon sat.

"Musa, darling you made it." Stella said embracing the blue eyed girl. "Well I couldn't miss an opportunity to see you Stell, you've been so busy and someone has been stealing you away from me." Musa said and sent a fake glare at Brandon. The brunette laughed and stood up to hug Musa.

"Musa you know I can't help but want to be with Stella." He said when he let go of the singer.

"It's alright as long as she's happy." Musa said taking her seat next to Stella.

For the next half hour Musa and Stella spent it talking to each other, drinking, and taking pictures for their social media accounts instead of watching the fight before them. Every now and again they would look up to see Riven get punched in the stomach or Anagon getting kicked in the face. It really was a gruesome thing to watch and the only reason why Stella even came was because Brandon came to support a fellow fighter and one of his best friends. There were only a few more minutes left in the match and Riven and Anagon were tied, who ever one this round would be the UFC championship winner. They were both throwing punches and swinging trying to knock each other out but both fighters couldn't seem to land a hit.

"Come on Riv you got this"

"Kick his ass Anagon!"

People yelled in the distance.

Having about one too many drinks and growing extremely bored and tired of the scene before her, Musa turned to Stella.

"I wish this Riven guy would just put his muscles to use and knock out Anagon already so I don't have to see his stupid face ever again. The blonde designer giggled and shook her head. Musa already had no filter when she was sober what was she going to do with a slightly drunk Musa.

"Come on take him out already!" Musa yelled from her seat into the fighting cage. The sound of her voice caught Anagon off guard. What was she doing here? She had never come to anyone of his fights when they dated so why was she here now? Did she want him back?

Riven saw the puzzled look on his opponents face, he knew this was his only opportunity, so he took it.

It all happened so fast for Anagon, first he heard her voice and was wondering if she wanted him back then he felt the pain of Riven's fist connecting with his face and finally everything went black.

The referee began his count. "1…2…3…" The crowd went wild. Riven turned around to see what had shocked Anagon so much he didn't even see his fist coming towards him.

"…4…5…6…" The camera shutters filled the arena with noise, he looked out and all he could see were flashing whit lights going off everywhere. The announcers were talking but he couldn't hear a word they said over the screams and cheers. His attention was brought back to Anagon when he heard his opponent's trainer speak. "Come on Anagon, wake up, get up now! We're gonna loose the sponsorship!"

"…7…8…9…" , Did he really do it? Did he really just win the championship fight?

"…10…we have a winner…! Three time UFC champion Riven Sheffield!" The announcer said holding up Riven's arm as the crowd cheered in excitement. He did it he really just did it! A cheer from the audience caught his attention. It was the voice that distracted Anagon. Riven turned his head to see Musa the singer songwriter standing up alongside Brandon a Stella clapping and cheering for him. Riven wasn't necessarily happy to see Musa in fact he thought she was over rated to be honest.

Sure she could dance but that was about all she could do in Riven's mind. Makeup was her face, her voice was auto tuned because lets face it no one could sing and dance that forcefully at the same time with out being winded or out of breath. Plus her dad was a big time music producer so she didn't need to prove herself; she was living off of her dads name and riches.

But he let his feelings about the artist fade away as she looked up at him her smile beaming. It was hard not to find her attractive in that exact moment and she had been part of the reason Riven had one the match. He would be nice just this one time. Riven walked closer to Musa, grabbed on to the wire of the fighting cage because he was tired even though he would never admit it and looked down at her from inside the fighting cage she was talking to an excited Stella and Brandon.

Riven let out a quick whistle which caught Musa's attention and unknowingly made a couple of reporters and cameramen around the fighting cage turn to Riven.

"Thank you." The three time champion said lowly to Musa and gave her a wink.

Musa not used to having an attractive, hot, sweaty, shirtless fighter talk to her did what only a normal person like herself would do…be cool.

Musa smiled, bit down on her bottom lip lightly and blushed then shrugged lightly as to say 'no biggie.'

Riven gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement before he turned around and walked to the other side of the fighting cage to exit it and claim his title for the third year in a row.

Stella gave Musa a small nudge. "What was that?" Stella asked slyly waggling her eyebrows

"Stella it was nothing we don't even know each other." Musa said shaking her head a little. Stella really could be a handful sometimes.

"If you say so." Stella said her voice had a tint of mischief to it. The two girls along with the blonde's boyfriend continued talking about the fight that just happened and were beginning to make their way out of the arena. But little did Musa and Riven know that the reporters caught their little interaction together on tape but both of their managers witnessed it as well.

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