In the last chapter I said that Duncan's parents resided in Virginia, after giving it more thought I decided to move them to Georgetown Washington DC. Thank you all for reading, voting, commenting and all the feedback. It makes all of the work worth it.
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"Duncan, you're up!" Jay shouted. I gulped as I looked inside the ring and saw Ronda getting ready. It was Saturday, and as was often the case, I was at the fight club hosted by Jay Glazer. There were many NFL stars, such as Odell Beckham Jr and Reggie Bush who were both clients of our sports division, but also celebrities trying to get in shape for various roles. Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was one of them and had invited me.
"Stay light on your feet and keep moving." He told me as he stood in my corner. "She's quick and strong."
"She's Ronda fucking Rousey." I told him.
"Yeah that too." Dwayne said with his larger than life smile. "Just don't let her grab you in a chokehold. Or the arm bar."
"Should I just step out of the ring now?" I asked.
"You'll be fine." We both looked at Ronda who smiled widely as though she were about to have her favorite meal. "Yeah...you'll be fine." Dwayne repeated.
"GO!" Jay yelled as the bell rung. Ronda ran straight for me trying to tackle me but i quickly sidestepped her attack. The UFC star quickly rebounded and threw a punch that I barely blocked before she sent a kick at my chest. The kick connected, knocking the air out of me. I dropped to one knee, looking up just in time to see Ronda throw hers at me. I rolled away to get some distance between us. She was relentless and quickly bounced towards me.
Knowing that I wouldn't survive much longer if things continued this way, I went on the offensive. I set my feet and threw a jab. She grabbed my arm and flung me over her shoulder. The impact of my back against the floor of the ring was loud enough to garner the attention of everyone in the gym. They had all stopped their work outs to witness what was taking place. Basically me getting my ass handed to me.
"Move!Move!Move!" The Rock shouted to me from the side of the ring. I tried to roll away again but Ronda saw it coming this time. Her arms wrapped around my neck before I had the chance to tuck it into my chest. She pulled me backwards so that she was laying flat on her back. Her legs quickly wrapped themselves around my waist and locked together, making it impossible for me to move. She locked her arms around my neck and applied a huge amount of pressure, trying to force me to tap out. I did my best to fight back. I squirmed and jerked my hips. I tried to throw punches. Nothing worked. The hold was locked in.
"Duncan! Duncan!" I heard someone say. I opened my eyes only to realize I must have lost consciousness. Jay, Dwayne and Ronda were over me, making sure I was okay.
"I'm alright." I said my voice sounding incredibly hoarse. "What happened?" I asked glumly.
"You didn't tap out." Jay say matter of factly. "But you held on strong."
"I think she did the holding." I said pointing to Ronda.
"I'm so so sorry Duncan." Ronda said genuinely.
"It's alright." I said trying to sit up and feeling as though I wanted to throw up. "My fault for getting in the ring with a beast like yourself."
"You lasted longer than last time." She said with a smile.
"I'm aiming for that 60 second mark." I joked trying to lighten the moment.
"You should hit the showers." Dwayne said.
"Yeah and i'll send someone to give you a massage." Jay added. "Your back must be killing you after that toss." He was right. The impact had definitely done a number on my back and shoulders. I could feel it as I headed towards the showers. "You know what, just go right ahead and use the VIP room. There's a shower there, no one will bother you."
"Alright, thanks Jay." I said feeling nauseous. I walked to the room in question, noticing the rather large massage table that could easily fit two people. I got undressed and quickly slipped into the shower. The water was perfect and did wonders for my aching body. For possibly the millionth time, I wondered why the hell I put myself through this. Getting beaten up every week was not fun at all. It was a great workout, I had to admit. I could see and feel my body getting stronger and able to take more punishment. I just had to continue to improve.
I turned off the water and grabbed a towel as I thought to myself that I had nothing to be ashamed of. These people were pros. I shouldn't stand a chance against them. Ronda was amazing in that ring. I lay face down in the massage table, putting my face in the hole and waited. I heard the door open and close.
"Hello." I said as I turned to look back. It was Ronda. She was wearing just a robe and her wet hair told me that she had just come out of the shower herself.
"Are you alright?" She asked me.
"Yeah i'm fine. My back is a little stiff, but aside from that no harm." I told her doing my best not to stare too hard at her body. "The massage will help."
"It will." She said as I noticed her locking the door. She slowly strolled towards me. "Lay back. Enjoy." She whispered in my ear as she settled me back onto the table. I heard her squeezing oil into her hands. I closed my eyes and tried to not think about the fact that I was practically naked as Ronda Rousey prepared to give me a massage. I felt her hands and nails running down my back, causing shivers through my spine.
"That feels so good." I told her as she continued her gestures on my back.
"We're just getting started." She told me with a smile in her voice. I felt her lifting my feet one at a time. She rubbed the bottoms of each, starting with a little pressure and adding more and more as it went. It was an extraordinary sensation. Ronda then ran her soft oily hands from my ankles up to my calves, over the back of my legs getting closer and closer to my inner thigh. The situation was beginning to turn me on. I pressed my hips against the table in order to keep my erection a secret.
"I'm gonna have to raise the towel." Ronda said as she moved towards the center of the table. I felt the cold air against me as she revealed my backside to her gaze. "Nice!" I heard her say as she began to knead my butt cheeks. Her hands were strong yet incredibly soft. I moaned a little as she spread the oil around my butt and lower back. "Someone is liking this." She said chastising me. "I'm going to have to remove the towel." She said in a sultry voice. "Is that okay? Or are you shy?"
