Even when she won’t fight for us, I’ll go to war for her…
stage waiting for them to call my name, I search the crowd for Frankie. She’s
here with Guy somewhere. Knowing him, they’re in the front row or close to it.
Finally spotting them, I just watch and wait for her to feel me looking at her.
I hadn’t been sure if she was going to be here tonight, since I didn’t see her
after we got to the gym this morning. She had her class and I had my asshole
brothers riding my ass for being late. I’d meant to ask her, but I’m so used to
Frankie just being at these things anyways it slipped my mind. This
relationship shit is fucking tricky. I’ve never been in one, so she has a lot
to teach my slow ass. Letting my eyes travel over her, I can feel my cock
getting heavy. Great, just what I fucking need before I drop trou in front of
thousands of people. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been semi hard getting
weighed in, but if I’m not careful, I’ll be sporting full wood. Adjusting
myself in my track pants, I just stare at my girl. She’s changed out of her
“Hitman” shirt. Her hair is down and wavy, the lights in the auditorium casting
a halo over the long, platinum strands. She has on this low-cut, white top that
I’m pretty sure is lace underneath a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up
revealing her delicate wrists covered in bracelets. I can see that she has on
jeans, but I can’t tell what she has on her feet, but I know I’m gonna want to
fuck her in nothing but whatever they are later. All of a sudden I’ve developed
a fucking shoe fetish. This train of thought isn’t helping with my hard on even
a little bit. Making my way back up to her face, our eyes meet. I mouth, “You
look hot as fuck,” winking at her.
her face is contagious, and before I know it, I’m standing there like an
asshole, hand on my cock and a dopey fucking smile on my face. Shaking my head
at myself, I chuckle and give her my, “You’re so getting fucked later” smirk
before turning away to listen to what my pop and Sonny are saying to me.
the room explodes into applause, catcalls, and screaming. Smiling and waving as
I step onto the stage with Mav, I nod at the men waiting to weigh me in and
pose me with Tamasino for the pictures, completely ignoring the bikini-clad
chicks lining the wall. I’ve fucked too many of the ring girls here to feel
comfortable even making eye contact with any of them knowing Frankie’s in the
same room. Standing to the side of the scale, I toe off my shoes and bend to
yank off my socks, handing them to Mav before giving him my hat and “Just the
Tip” shirt, leaving my pants for last since I’m still more than semi hard. Once
I’m down to nothing but my black boxer briefs, my hard on, and my ink, I take a
deep breath and step onto the scale. Being a heavyweight fighter, I have to
stay under 265, which isn’t a problem for me, but it’s all still pretty nerve
the guy manning the scale announces.
hop off the scale and go over to where Mav is holding my clothes to wait on Tam
to get weighed. Leaving my shirt off for the pictures with Tamasino, I look
over to see Mav looking at me in amusement.