Page 82 of Ignite

I push myself up straight and lunge at him, grabbing him by the waist and shoving his back into the corner post.

Now it’s my turn to let him take some hits.

“Enough, you two!”

Grayson grabs me by the shoulders, and Jax laughs.

“I wanna cage fight, this shit is fun.”

“Now you get it,” I tell him.

“Jax. Fuck off over there.” Grayson points to the opposite corner and Keller strides over.

“Okay, this time. You’re going to just hit each other. One for one. Let’s see how you take a punch.”

Keller shoots Grayson a look.

“I’m going to punch you in the head in a minute,” he tells Grayson.

“You agreed to do whatever it takes. Suck it up, I’m sure Sienna would like a few scratches on your face.”

Standing in front of Keller, gloved up and ready to punch, is surreal.

We touch gloves before we start.

“Show me what you’ve got then,” Keller tells me.

I draw back my right hand and launch it into his face as hard as I can. His head twists with the force and he grunts. But his feet don’t move.

He’s like a block of steel.

He rubs at his jaw and slowly turns to face me. When he’s grinning, I kinda feel relieved.

“Nice shot. Powerful. My turn.”

I tense up as I await my fate. I’m giddy with excitement.

As his red glove hurtles towards my face, I squeeze my eyes shut, and the impact has stars shooting in front of my eyes, the fucking pain searing into my skull. It’s so powerful, I can’t cry out in pain.

My brain is rattling around in my head… I think.

I blink a few times. Did I black out? What the fuck?

The room is fuzzy and bright. I look up, and Keller is staring back at me, amused.

“You stayed up on your feet. Pretty decent.”

My ears are ringing, so everything is a bit faint.

“Cool. Thanks. I need to go sit down.”

“Don’t be a little pussy, Conan. You’ve gotta take them both on. We’ve got four hours of this,” Grayson warns.

I’m determined to win this fight. I want that shot at the championship. And if that means getting the shit beaten out of me by two world famous fighters, then so be it.

“Just make sure my face isn’t too swollen. I’ve got a date,” I tell them, and they all smirk.

“Another fighter lost to a woman, ey?” Grayson asks.

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