Savage, p.1
Savage, page 1
Savage
© Lily Wallis – 2021
Editing – S. Hurdle
Cover Design – K.M. Keeton
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Disclaimer
Some characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
This book contains situations that may not be suitable for all audiences.
-One-
-Two-
-Three-
-Four-
-Five-
-Six-
-Seven-
-Eight-
-Nine-
-Ten-
-Eleven-
-Twelve-
-Thirteen-
-Fourteen-
-Fifteen-
-Sixteen-
-Seventeen-
-Eighteen-
-Nineteen-
-Twenty-
-Twenty-One-
-Twenty-Two-
-Twenty-Three-
- Twenty-Four-
-Twenty-Five-
-Twenty-Six-
-Twenty-Seven-
-Twenty-Eight-
-Twenty-Nine-
-Thirty-
-Thirty-One-
-Thirty-Two-
-Thirty-Three-
-Thirty-Four-
-Thirty-Five-
-Thirty-Six-
-Thirty-Seven-
-Thirty-Eight-
-Thirty-Nine-
-Epilogue-
-Other Works-
-One-
“Rick, this isn’t good. Throw in the towel!” Sam pleads.
“You good, man?” Rick asks.
“Yeah boss,” Rico assures.
“Rick, one more blow to the face, and he will end up with a fractured jaw!”
“He said he’s good,” Rick insists. “All right, let’s win this. Knock him out!”
Not even five minutes later, Rico’s body is smashed to the ground, blood spattering the faces of nearby spectators. Some cheer for the victory of their opponent, while others curse their fighter’s defeat. Rick’s Cut Man rushes up, pushing past the small crowd hovering above Rico.
“Fuck! What did I say? Medic! We need a medic here now!”
The medic arrives within seconds, assessing Rico, and confirms the worst. The crowd's voices become louder, everyone expressing their own opinion and their account of the fight. The men are ready for their share of the winnings, not one care wasted on the fighter's condition lying on the ground, bleeding, and screaming in pain.
“All right, let’s get him up,” Rick begins, once the medic wraps a bandage around his head to stabilize the jaw. “Sam will take him to the ER. We stick to our story, got it?”
“I’m done!” Sam says, making Rick turn his head. “I’ll take him, but I’m through with this.”
“Savage!” Rick yells.
“Boss?”
“Take Rico to the hospital, get him patched up, and keep me informed. Tell him to keep that ice pack on his jaw.”
“Will do.”
With help from the medic and a few others, Savage carries Rico to his car, carefully placing him in the backseat. The adrenaline is still pumping through Rico’s body, and he is slurring that he can handle another round. As Savage shuts the car door, two of the cougar’s crowd around him in an attempt to dote on Rico, though Savage shuts them down. Walking to the driver’s side, he ignores their chatter, leaving them behind in the rearview mirror.
“All right, now that he’s taken care of, what in the fuck are you talking about, Sam?”
“Boss, I can’t do it anymore. You know I have a wife and kids. If I get caught, my ass will be in jail, and it will be the end of me. The end of my family.”
“If you walk away now, I don’t want to see your sorry ass crawl back to me, do you understand? You walk out on me, and you’re dead to me,” Rick threatens. “Oh, and you’ll be fired from the gym, too, so make your choice wisely.”
Sam stands there, his mouth left agape. He is the only one supporting his family, and these underground fights supply more than enough to ensure his kids can stay in private school. He is torn between what is right and his own survival. Before he can open his mouth to speak, Rick walks up and pats him on the shoulder.
“See you next Saturday then,” he grins. “Hey Lawrence, I’ll stop by the party after the hospital.”
This is the underground world; the one most don’t know about. Only the ones trusted are let into the circle, and that is where they are expected to remain until released. Even if Sam left, Rick knows he won’t talk, but with him being the breadwinner, there’s no way he can walk out… it would be devastating to his family.
Once all payments are made, the old warehouse starts to clear out, and the stage crew begins the cleanup. Rick heads over to the hospital with two of his other fighters while most of the others make their way to the afterparty. Tonight, Lawrence is providing his mansion, and it’s a party no one wants to miss. It would be a while until Rick and the others arrive since they have an allegiance to the team, and first and foremost, Rico’s welfare.
Arriving at the Emergency Room about forty minutes later, Savage gets up to greet them in the waiting area.
“All good?” Rick asks as everyone takes a seat.
“Seems so; CT showed a slight fracture. Rico thinks he won’t need surgery, at least that’s what the Doc hinted at.”
“Good, good!” Rick exhales in relief.
“That’ll take him out for a while, though,” Snake replies, and Rick nods in agreement.
“That’s right. He’s going to have to take it easy. I got the three of you, though,” Rick explains, looking between Savage, Snake, and Maxim.
“We got this, Boss,” Savage confirms. “We also have the new kid; he’s been training like a motherfucker.”
“It may be his time to step up; we got another week,” Ricks says. “Ok, let me go see Rico. You all go to Lawrence’s. Save some beers for me.”
“Yes, Sir,” Snake grins.
“You think they’ll be serving beer?” Maxim jokes. “He’s going to be pouring shots of Martin Remy’s Louis Xlll while stuffing the girls’ G-strings with God knows how many Benjamin’s. Shit, the one time I’d want to be a damn chick.”
“I’m sure he’ll pay more if you let him take you in his bedroom,” Savage laughs.
“Everything’s got a price, right?” Maxim challenges, making everyone laugh. “All right, let’s go.”
-Two-
Even if the cops were to be called, nothing would happen. Lawrence has significant influence when it comes to anything involving the city, the main reason Rick would love to work with him or have him become a manager to any of his fighters. Lawrence isn’t interested, though. Showing up to the occasional fight and betting some chump change is enough entertainment for him. The man is smart. Business and pleasure don’t mix… at least not well.
“Let’s get ready to party,” Snake chants after getting out of his car, banging on Savage’s hood.
“You better fucking stop,” Savage warns. “I’ll beat the shit out of you before you even make it into the house.”
“Oh yeah? I’d whoop your ass like Oscar did in the warehouse,” Snake grins.
“Break it up,” Maxim chuckles. “Let’s not pull out our cocks right here. Save them for the ladies! Plus, we all know I would win, anyway.”
Walking up the steps, a pair of doormen stand guard, opening the heavy front doors leading into the foyer. The room is crowded, the lights low, and the music is blaring. A young woman holding a tray with an array of shots greets the guys immediately, offering one to each of them.
“Damn, and who may you be?” Snake asks, eyeing a beauty with deep chocolate skin and hazel eyes.
“Trinity,” she answers.
“Well, Trinity. How would you like to keep me company tonight?”
“You’ll have to ask Lawrence,” she smiles, showcasing a locket around her neck.
“I guess that ain’t gonna happen,” Maxim points out, trying not to burst out in laughter.
Lawrence’s girls. They never lack in numbers or beauty, and even though Lawrence is way into his sixties, his girls are almost always in their early twenties. It’s highly unusual for a fighter to spend the night with one of them unless they are the championship round winner. Of course, there are other ways, but they come at a cost, almost unaffordable for your average fighter. Luckily, the ring girls don’t carry a price tag, nor do the cougars. Actually, landing a cougar has its own benefits, but unfortunately, they don’t want to let go once they have you in their clutches. It’s almost as if they acquired their personal fountain of youth, holding on for dear life. Though some of them are bored with their husbands and are just down to fuck.
“Hey Savage,” Nicole, one of the ring girls, flirts as she comes up behind them.
“Hello there, Kitten,” Savage smiles. “You’re looking feisty, hon.”
“Mmm,” she moans. “Want to make me purr, bad boy?”
“Lucky bastard,” Maxim comments.
“You can come, too,” Nicole smiles while twirling a strand of her hair.
“Fuck no,” Savage growls, grabbing Nicole’s hand to lead her away to a more private area of the house.
Making their way through
“I’m going to make your motor run,” Nicole smirks while getting down on her knees.
Peeling down Savage’s grey sweatpants, his cock is semi-hard, and with the help of her eager hand, begins to grow until fully aroused. Using her tongue, she teases the head, running it along the edges, while her hand slowly pumps his shaft.
“Are you going to suck it or just play with it?” he growls, looking down at her.
With a wink, she takes his entire length in her mouth, gagging despite her best efforts. Bobbing her head up and down, her hand grips his balls, massaging them with intent.
“Fuck!” he moans, gripping a fistful of her hair.
While Nicole continues to work him, the bathroom door opens slightly, and a pair of brown eyes meet Savage’s. Another ring girl, Riley. Shimming in, she shuts the door behind, and turns the lock. Seductively, she walks up to Savage, planting a kiss on his lips, before sinking to her knees to join Nicole on the floor. Nicole stops, releasing Savage’s throbbing cock, and moves to Riley’s lips, running her tongue over her bottom lip. Nicole and Riley then return to Savage’s cock. The two of them, facing each other, run their half open mouths up and down the shaft, just letting their lips slide along as they begin to suck the sides of his cock. Savage grabs a fistful of hair atop both of the girls’ heads as he groans deeply, and the girls both start to feverishly massage Savage’s balls.
“Fuck!” Savage growls, pulling them both away from his cock as he looks down and smirks at them both. “Not so fast, girls.”
Savage moves aside, taking a condom out of his pocket, and rolls it onto his cock, before getting on his knees. Pushing up Riley’s skirt, he moves her thong aside and sinks into her pussy, pounding her with a force that is making Riley and Nicole, who are now engaged in a steamy kiss, move back and forth. Nicole begins to stand, ridding herself of her pants and panties so Riley can pleasure her while being pleasured herself.
“Ah, fuck!” Savage yells out, the sight driving him wild.
Moans and groans fill the bathroom, and even though Savage wants to cum, he holds out. The girls switch positions, and now It’s Nicole who is getting pounded, making her reach orgasm after orgasm while her fingers massage her clit simultaneously. A few minutes later, Savage can’t take it and cums while letting out an animalistic groan.
“That was hot,” Riley comments while Nicole catches her breath.
“And that is how you make an entrance,” Savage smirks.
-Three-
As Snake and Savage walk into the gym on Tuesday afternoon, they are met with an agitated Rick. Setting down their gym bags, they question what is going on, and Rick informs them that Sam never showed up for work today, and when he went to his apartment, it was vacated.
“Shit, I guess he was serious.”
“Probably left town to avoid the wrath of Rick,” Snake adds. “Hell, I’d leave town, too.”
“I wasn’t going to kill him,” Rick says with half a smile. “Close to it, though. Now we don’t have a Cut Man.”
“We have five days, boss,” Savage replies, walking over to the computer to clock in.
“Sure, but where are we going to find someone that we can trust?”
“True dat,” Snake nods. “I can ask around.”
Snake and Savage both work at the gym as personal trainers, neither of them having any formal training. Since Rick owns the place, it wasn’t required. The guys definitely brought in female clientele, though. The bored housewives with husbands that didn’t pay them any mind. They weren’t really there to work out; they were there to bitch their sorrows and fantasies to the hot young trainers and fork over their cash. Up until recently, Savage was enrolled in classes at the local community college, but the cash he was pulling in with the gym and the underground fights brought in more than his dream of becoming a Physical Therapist. Snake was in a similar boat, working long hours as a car salesman, barely scraping by. Rick himself had always been a trainer, though he only bought this gym about four years ago, after saving enough money after divorcing his wife of sixteen years, more than ten years ago. It was your typical story. High school sweethearts that never should have married in the first place. The only thing that kept them together was their kids, and once they were teenagers and more self-sufficient, both threw in the towel. It wasn’t a nasty divorce, though alimony and child support drained Rick’s bank account to the point where he had to work several jobs in order to keep things afloat. That’s how he was introduced to the illegal fights, starting out as a stage man, even though he was a trainer. It took several years to work his way up and earn the respect he has now.
Rick’s fighters consist of Savage, Snake, Maxim, Rico, and the new kid, Venom. Rick isn’t convinced that Venom is the correct name since he has yet to prove himself in an underground fight, so he just refers to him as The Kid. When Maxim isn’t training, he works a typical desk job as an editor for a growing company in downtown San Jose, and Venom is earning his associate degree in business. At the same time, his parents provide him with a free ride. If you look in, you wouldn’t think that any of these guys have much to do with each other, though it is their love for fighting that bonds them, making them brothers for life.
“Any news on Rico?” Savage asks. “I planned on calling him today, but I overslept and barely made it in on time.”
“When the hell do you get up?” Snake asks, perplexed.
“Well, I’m closing the gym tonight. I’m going to make sure I rest as long as I can.”
“I’m closing it down alongside you, brother,” Snake laughs. “Though I was up at eight this morning.”
“You want a cookie for that?” Savage teases.
“All right guys, get to work. I’m not paying the two of you for that kind of fighting,” Rick explains. “Snake, did you clock in?”
“That’s a negative,” Snake replies. “I’m on it, boss.”
“Great. Savage, Mrs. Jenkins is coming in at four. Says she wants you to try to target her problem areas.”
“Oh, I’m sure she does. Guess the surgeon isn’t a magician.”
“Well, you know. Just schmooze her and be your charming self while doing what you do best. You know the ladies love you.”
“Hey, how about scheduling some of these cougars with me once in a while,” Snake jokes.
“So, you can fuck them while their husbands walk in? I doubt we want a repeat performance of that,” Rick laughs.
“Good point!”
Savage and Snake take their bags into the locker room, placing their belongings into lockers. They both emerge minutes later, changing into their uniforms, ready to look over their schedules at the front desk.
“Are you training today?” Hope, the receptionist asks, her body language in full flirt mode.
“Well, that depends how booked I am,” Savage grins, looking at the computer. “Well, looks like I have an open slot at seven, don’t book it.”
“Yes, Sir,” Hope replies, giving one of those playful salutes.
“Am I open at seven?” Snake asks, grabbing the mouse to click on his name. “Oh, well lookie here… I am. Savage, you up for a sparring session?”
“Sure,” Savage grins, turning to Hope. “Don’t book his either.”
They would have to take every opportunity they could to train since they are down a man for Saturday’s fight. Even though most consist of three rounds, Rick always wants two back-up’s just in case. Sure, Venom would be number two since Rico is out of commission, though, is he ready?
“You guys are still standing around the desk? What the hell do I pay you for?” Rick chuckles as he comes up behind them.
“You free at seven?” Snake asks.
“I’m about to wrap it up for the day. Why, what’s at seven?”
“Oh, you know,” Savage adds. “A friendly fight.”
“Sure, I’ll be there,” Rick adds. “This doesn’t mean you’re bailing tomorrow, does it?”
“Of course not, Boss,” Snake grins.
-Four-
The night before the fight. The guys have a sort of ritual that they stick to as if it were holy. They meet at Tom’s Buffet and splurge on proteins and carbs on these nights, sometimes spending at least three hours there. Rick joins them on occasion, also to reiterate that sex, alcohol, and any kind of strenuous activity were off the table until after the fight. This time, Venom was joining them, even though it was highly unlikely Rick would use him in a fight this time around. Savage has a different opinion, thinking the kid had a shot and just needed a chance to prove it. During their training session on Thursday, Venom was a beast, giving Maxim a run for his money.
