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I smile at him, still in awe of where we are now, together. “LFA, here we come.”
I bounce on my feet, shake my arms and blow out a breath.
The sounds from the crowd outside the room are quickly feeding my anticipation, and I am so fucking ready to do this.
“You got this, Luca!” Seb pats my back with a smile.
Everyone except me, Ty, and Elijah have already fought, and so far, we’re all wins.
“Bring us another win,” Rosa says with a big smile as she holds an ice pack to the side of her face. Her fight was fucking brutal, but as always, she dominated.
My eyes travel to Ty in the corner of the room, where he is sitting with the hood of his sweater up and his head down. He’s up after me, and he is in the fucking zone.
“Ready?” Max asks me.
I nod, tapping my gloves together in front of me. “Yup.”
But just as I’m about to walk out of our room to the cage, Ty looks up. His eyes drop to the tattoo on my ribs, and he gives me a little nod.
Moon and stars.
I nod back to him, then follow Max out of the room.
I let the lights and the roar from the crowd wash over me as I approach the cage, and the familiar sense of comfort and familiarity settles inside me. This is what I am meant to do. I am made for this. Even as the ref pats me down before I enter the cage, I am itching to get in there and get started. Especially after all the training I’ve done with Max and Ty. I am eager to put the next notch on my belt and prove I can be a complete fighter at an elite level.
The ref gives me the all clear, so I enter the cage and wait for Brad Eastin.
I watch him as he walks out with his coach, looking confident. I bounce on my feet to keep the energy flowing as I wait for him to enter the cage, shutting out everything around me and zeroing in on my opponent.
As he steps into the cage, he gives me a little nod, which I return.
The ref closes the cage door, moving to the middle of the octagon. He points to me. “Ready?”
I nod.
He points to Brad. “Ready?”
He nods.
“Begin.”
The anticipation in me settles, and I step into the middle of the octagon. Brad and I each hold our fists out to tap, and I enter my stance, settling into my comfort zone here in the cage. I’m locked in, determined, focused, and fucking ready.
Immediately, I can tell Brad wants to bring me to the ground. He ducks low, stepping towards me. But I keep the distance between us and step back. Brad tends to fight with his hands low, so I already knew going into this that I’d have opportunities for head shots. But I didn’t anticipate it would be this early. I kick, making contact with the side of his head.
He grunts and steps sideways as he loses his balance, so I step in and take him down to the floor. He wants me down here, so let’s fucking do it.
Brad quickly turns his body as I take him down, and manages to face away from me.
But I’m quicker.
My legs wrap around his waist from behind so I can control his hips, and I unleash a fury of punches to the side of his head. With his legs under my control, and my weight on his back keeping him from lifting his arms, I’m free to make the next move.
But I take a moment, landing a few more hits and elbows, as I make my plan.
Brad drops his head to bring his arm across his face, shielding it from my fist. And as he slips that arm under him, I know exactly what he’s going to do.
Instead of fighting against his desire to roll us over, I move with him, keeping control and putting myself and him in the position I want.
