Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (75 page)

Joel knew that Marcus
Flores was just playing a mind game when he agreed to this bout only under the
condition that they do it at his club again. In a way it made sense, though.
Joel and Carlos would get a rematch to the finale that never was at Golden
Dragon Dojos, where the original had taken place. There was already a built in audience
for that, and it would have been silly to disregard that fact.

But he also knew that
Carlos was Marcus' man, and letting him fight on his own turf while pulling
Joel back into the place where he'd ended up so injured was also a way to try
to fuck with his head. Carlos was the prize fighter of the Tiger Strike team
which, Joel hadn't realized at the time, was also run by Marcus. Effectively
Tiger Strike and Golden Dragons were the same entity, the latter just existing
separately to be able to also reap the financial benefits of also training non
MMA-hopefuls.

He sat in the bleachers
with Amber, waiting for the place to fill up and everyone else to arrive. The
setup was the same as before with the ring in the middle and the black curtain
separating off the fighters from the crowd. The only difference this time was
that in the back there was a second black curtain separating Tiger Strike from
Rock House. It was a good idea, as there was a lot of bad blood between the two
groups, even aside from Joel and Carlos. In fact, many of the fights on the
card tonight had been long simmering grudge matches between members of the
opposing camps.

"Nervous?"
Amber asked him. Her hand was resting on his thigh and she gave it a little
squeeze as she spoke.

He shrugged. "Not
really." It wasn't nerves as much as anticipation. He just wanted his
fists to connect with Carlos' face a few times.

They sat in silence,
watching the crowd filter in and get seated until Marcus and Shawn made their
way into the center of the ring and began to talk. The two of them announced
the line-up, and gave plugs to their training camps at the same time, anxious
to wring as much publicity out of the event as possible. Joel had no problem
with that, he knew that was the primary reason the whole thing was happening in
the first place. That was how he'd sold Shawn on the idea, after all.

The judges were then
announced. Both Shawn and Marcus both discussed the three officials, with each
man being able to veto a suggestion if they thought there was a potential for
bias. They ended up agreeing on David Page, a DJ from a local sports radio
station; Amin Zofu, a newspaper sports columnist; and Fiona Gelles, a former
ring girl from many televised MMA events. Fiona was a gorgeous blond that Joel
thought looked familiar when he saw her. He'd obviously paid more attention to
the ring girls when he'd watched pay per view fights than he'd ever admit to
Amber, who he noticed was giving him a sidelong glance as Fiona was being
announced.

"Well, I better get
back there," he said, giving Amber a quick kiss on the lips.

"Good luck,"
she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand. She seemed reluctant to let it go
as he pulled away to head to the curtains. He couldn't blame her, after what
had happened last time. He'd ended that night in a pretty bad state, but he had
no intention of ending things similarly tonight. If anyone left on a stretcher,
it would be Carlos.

Joel had never felt more
prepared for a fight. He'd been training harder this past month than ever
before, working on adding power as well as technique to his game.

He pushed past the
curtains and joined his fellow Rock House team behind the curtain. Blake looked
up as he entered and gave him a little nod, walking toward him. "You ready
for tonight, Slater?"

Joel nodded at the
tattooed team lead.

"Yeah, I think you
might be after all. Watch out though. I've seen Carlos fight a few times. Don't
get cocky. He's a tough son of a bitch." He nodded again and walked off to
talk with Kingston. Coming from Blake, that was just about the highest praise
he could expect. The man had softened considerably toward Joel since they'd
first met.

"Did I hear that
right, did Blockhead actually say you might be ready to fight Carlos?"
Joel turned to see Chris smiling at him as the man raised his fist and bumped
it to Joel's. "I think you might have injured him permanently the last
time you put him in a headlock."

Joel lifted a lip in a
half smile. "Blake's okay," he said.

"Man, I gotta go and
see if pigs are flying, I'll be right back," Chris said, laughing as he
clapped Joel on the back and walked away to mingle with the other fighters.

The announcer began to
talk, and then he heard him start to call out the names of the first two
fighters. Rorie McMahon was up, and he soon disappeared through the curtain.
 
Let the games begin.

She didn't know what was
worse, waiting for Joel's match to come or actually hearing his name and
knowing it was about to begin. She'd watched each fight with a growing tension,
as Joel's turn grew closer. Now that it was only a few minutes away, the
anticipation had formed a knot in her stomach that she knew wouldn't be gone
until the night was done and Joel was safely in her arms at home, in bed. He
had a way of working on all of the little knots in her body that actually
created an increase in tension at first, but always left her much more relaxed
by the end.

She was smiling to
herself as she thought about some of those releases when a commotion at the end
of the bleachers distracted her. The crowd to her right were standing up as
someone was pushing their way past.

She stood to let the
person by as well, but when she came into view Amber gasped and fell back down
into her seat. What the hell was Linda Slater doing here?

When Joel's mother saw
her, she gave her a thin smile and then squeezed herself in next to Amber. Her
long, dirty blond hair was pulled back and tied into a loose pony tail, leaving
her blue eyes free to look apologetically at her son's girlfriend.

"What are you
 
doing
 
here?" Amber whispered, as soon
as Linda was seated. There was no one listening or who would even care within
earshot, but she felt like she had to keep her voice down or somehow Joel would
come rushing out from the back swinging his arms wildly or something. She had
to get rid of his mother before he saw her.

"Well, you weren't
letting me talk to Joel and I told you, I need to. It's been long enough. I
won't wait any longer."

The apologetic look had
faded now, replaced by defiance as she was forced to justify herself.

"How did you even
know where I was?"

"I'm not
stupid," Linda said. "Although Joel might have expressed differently
to you, god knows he has every right to believing it. You've mentioned enough
things about him over the last month that I was able to put the pieces
together. You said he had a big fight this weekend, and this was the only one I
could find around town anyway." She shrugged.

"You have to leave,
Linda. I'm serious, if Joel sees you-"

"I'm not leaving now
that I know my boy is here," she cut her off. "I haven't seen him in
years, and after the way he left I didn't think I'd ever see him again. You
don't know what this last month has been like, knowing he was out there and
finding out what he really thinks about me. I mean, I knew what he must think,
but it's different once you hear it's true."

"Linda, if
Joel-"

"There ain't nothing
you can say that will change my mind, Amber," she argued. "I'm sorry
if you think Joel will be mad at you for finding me, but what's done is done.
Anyway, there's no way he'll ever be as mad at you as he is at me. And I just
can't live with that anymore. I want to talk to him. I want a chance to
explain."

"And you'll get that
chance, I promise. Just not now. This fight is important and if he sees you, it
will distract him for sure. It could throw him off his game. He's fighting
someone very big and strong and even without a distraction I'm worried about
his safety."

"And you think
telling me that he might be in danger is going to make me want to leave?"
she asked. "Anyway, I've seen my Joel in a lot of fights and trust me,
he's learned to handle himself."

"Mrs. Slater, with
all due respect, this fight is a lot different than with... than the fights
you've seen Joel in."

"All the same,"
she said, turning her head to look out at the empty ring. "If Joel is
going to be fighting tonight, I'm going to be here for him when it's done, win
or lose. That's not something I've always been able to do for him, but I can do
it this time."

Amber sighed, closing her
eyes and terrified at what Joel was going to do when he saw his mother.
 
This isn't going to end well for
any of us.

"You ready for
this?" Shawn Rock was standing in front of Joel, his eyes gleaming.

"I am," he
replied. "I have been for a long time."

"Cool, cool. Listen,
I just heard something interesting. Apparently there are a couple of scouts out
there in the audience tonight. Carlos has a TV deal with Titan and they sent
some execs out to watch his fight."

"So what does that
mean?"

Shawn got a sly little
smile. "Well, look, I'm just saying that if Carlos was to get his ass
handed to him out there, I wonder how eager they would be to put him on
television." He laughed. "Then again, you never know. Every fight has
to have a loser. But it would still take some of the smug look off of that
fucker's face, anyway."

The announcer called
Joel's name and Shawn patted him on the back. "Anyway, go out there and do
your best. We both know you're good enough for this fight. Time to show
Carlos."

Joel nodded and parted
the curtains as he strode through, ready and as confident as he thought
possible. He felt strong and ready to put on a good show, anxious to finally be
getting into the ring against his nemesis. He quickly scanned the crowd for
Amber, hoping to give her a confident smile that would reassure her that
everything was going to be okay.

He spotted her, but
instead of looking at him she was talking to a woman sitting next to her. He
couldn't see the woman's face as she was turned toward Amber, but something
seemed vaguely familiar about her. Then Amber caught his eye and she turned to
him, giving him a little wave but with a weird expression.

As he was about to wave
back, the other woman turned to face him as well and he almost tripped over his
own feet. He stumbled, but then regained his balance by grabbing onto the ring
just as he got to it.

What the fuck is my
mother doing here?

The blood sped through
his veins causing his face and body to get hot as his heart rate sped up. He
was clenching his fists and staring into the crowd, barely aware that the
referee was calling his name. He shook his head, snapping himself back to
attention and hoisted himself up and under the rope.

He was barely aware of
Carlos being introduced next, his eyes never leaving the two women sitting side
by side, watching him not 20 feet away.
 
What
the fuck is she doing here, and how did she know to find Amber?
 
As he gazed at his girlfriend with a
raised eyebrow, she mouthed an apology and he could feel his blood boiling even
more.
 
Sorry? That means she
had a hand in this somehow.

The announcer was giving
the crowd the details of the match, though they hadn't changed for any of the
fights that night. Three rounds of five minutes each with one minute of rest in
between. He was taken by the arm and he walked duly along to the center of the
ring, only then realizing that Carlos was there and ready to fight. They
touched gloves and the bell sounded, snapping him to attention.

Carlos wore his full
Golden Dragon gi, and Joel was fighting shirtless and in loose pants, as usual.
The big man's hair was slicked back in his standard pony tail and he was
glaring at Joel with eyes the color of midnight. Before he'd even had time to
raise his hands after touching gloves, Carlos' fist shot forward, catching Joel
on the chin. He had side stepped just a little too late to avoid the blow, but
it was enough that the attack hadn't hit him full force, although it did snap
his head to the side quickly and daze him. His hands went up in defense
instinctively, blocking the follow up blows that Carlos tried to deliver.

The men circled each
other, Joel struggling to remain focused on the fight instead of what was going
on in the crowd.
 
Why would
Amber invite his mother to this fight? What the hell was she thinking?

He threw a few quick jabs
at Carlos but he easily blocked them, returning a punch and then a spinning
round house kick that Joel ducked. Normally he would have seized the opening
Carlos had provided with the kick and attacked before he dropped his leg, but
his mind was too unfocused and he thought of it a split second too late.

The men again resumed
their defensive postures. So far, there had been very little action, and the
crowd was starting to yell. Joel saw the big match clock counting down with
only a couple of minutes left in the round. As soon as it was over, he would
get to the bottom of why the hell his mother was here and get Amber away from
the bitch, even though he knew that Amber had to be the reason she was here in
the first place.
 
How else
would she have tracked me down?

Carlos threw another
roundhouse kick and it caught Joel in the ribs before he'd had a chance to
block it, again letting his thoughts slow his reaction. However, as his arm was
already on its way down for the block, he ended up grabbing the other man by
the calf even as he winced in pain from the kick.

With his leg trapped,
Carlos threw a punch toward Joel's head but he was ready, blocking it with his
free hand. He took a step forward, pushing Carlos and causing him to hop
backward on his one grounded leg and bend forward for balance. As he did so,
Joel lifted his knee and grabbed Carlos by the head with his hand at the same
time, driving his leg up and crashing it into Carlos' nose.

He felt the heat of fresh
blood explode against his pants as Carlos let out a roar, pushing back with a
burst of adrenaline and freeing himself from Joel. But the damage was done, and
his nose was a steady stream of blood that left crimson raindrops and streaks
across the top of his white uniform.

Joel went to advance
again, but Carlos held him off until the bell rang, signalling the end of the
first round.

Chris was waiting in
Joel's corner as agreed, giving him a quick drink and talking quickly.
"Good ending, Joel, that one rocked the fuck out of him. I think his nose
is broken." His friend's missing tooth was the only dark spot in his
smile.

Joel smiled back, knowing
how Carlos felt right now. His own nose had fully healed since his fight with
the Executioner, but it would never be as straight as it once was. He used that
as a reminder not to ever let himself get caught unprepared again. As he
thought about it now, he decided to use it as a reminder to not let himself get
distracted, either. Both problems could be equally dangerous.
 
I'll deal with my mother and Amber
when this is done. Now it's time to focus.

The bell rang and he
headed back toward Carlos. His corner had stopped the bleeding in his nose for
the moment, but Joel knew it would be tender and ready to open up again at the
slightest touch. Which meant he had a target.

This time, the two men
came out swinging. Joel threw punches aimed at hitting Carlos in the face
again, and Carlos blocked and continued to deliver an assault of his own. Both
men were caught multiple times, and half way through the round there was blood
drawn on both fighters and the crowd was going wild. Joel had a cut over his
eye that was dripping down his face, blurring his vision, while Carlos' nose had
opened up again and his own eye was swollen.

Despite the conditioning
Joel had been doing to build his stamina, he was starting to feel the heaviness
in his arms and legs as he continued to exert so much energy in his attacks.
Carlos was breathing heavily as well, and with less than two minutes left in
the round the men found themselves in a clinch, holding each other around the
shoulders and using the time to rest while also making slight adjustments to
their stance in an effort to find some advantage against the other fighter.

With less than a minute
to go, Carlos made a quick move, grabbing Joel around the neck and pulling him
as he stepped outside his legs, yanking him down and landing on top in a side
mount. He began to drive his elbow down onto Joel but only got a few hits in
before the bell sounded to end round two.

"Okay, let's look at
that eye." Rock House had a cut man for Joel to use in his corner, and he
applied pressure and a quick acting coagulate to stop the bleeding while Chris
spoke to Joel.

"The way I figure
it, you had round one and round two was a toss-up, but may go his way because
of that last throw. I think you had it until then, though, so it's hard to say.
But assume you need to win this last one. Of course, a knock out or submission
would be better..."

Joel nodded, figuring the
match the same way and he stood up just as the bell sounded to start their
final round. He doubted he'd be able to knock Carlos out, but a submission
wasn't out of the question. But a win was a win, and he'd take a decision from
the judges if it came down to that. He just needed to give them a reason to
vote his way.

As soon as they met in
the center, Carlos threw a punch that Joel caught with his wrist; he then leapt
in the air, spinning his legs up over his head as he pulled on the limb in an
attempt at a flying arm bar. Carlos came crashing down with him and Joel almost
had him locked in, but the Hispanic was able to wrench his arm free at the last
moment before he could apply pressure.

As Carlos tried to roll
off, Joel grabbed his leg, locking it within his own and grabbing the ankle as
he worked on a knee bar submission. Carlos rolled to get out, Joel rolling with
him and continuing to apply pressure. Carlos' leg was bent at what Joel knew
was a painful angle, but the fighter refused to give up, continuing to work on
freeing his leg. He was able to turn enough to reduce the pressure, so Joel
switched tactics again, grabbing the other man's foot in a heel hook, toe hold
combo.

Carlos grabbed Joel's own
leg, trying to apply an ankle hold of his own and forcing Joel to release his
own hold to defend against his own foot snapping under the intense pressure of
Carlos' submission attempt.

He was able to pull
himself free, managing to continue his assault on Carlos. His submissions
weren't finishing his opponent off, but at least they were keeping his opponent
on the defense instead of the offense, which meant that points should be
flowing mostly in Joel's direction. He attempted an arm bar, and even a rear
naked choke, both of which were defended by Carlos. Carlos, in turn, was only
able to hit Joel a couple more times with elbows to his face as the two men
struggled on the ground. The hits weren't hard, but he did manage to open up
the cut above Joel's eye again.

It wasn't long before new
stains were appearing on Carlos' gi, adding fresh patterns to the stained
fabric. Joel wouldn't let the injury stop him, though, as he continued his
relentless ground assault on his opponent. By the time the bell rang to end
their match, he knew he had done enough to win the round.