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Fighter In You (Queen's MMA AU) Ch.2

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 Georges picks up after three rings.
 "Hello?" He asks, "This is Georges."
 "Misha." I tell him, a hopefully evident smile in my tone. "You left your number here last night? Kind of thought it meant you wanted me to call you."
 "Yeah, I need a pretty lady to come with me to an opening for one of my sponsors... thought I could take you out before... coerce you in to some good wine and dining?"
 "No coercion needed. I'm totally game for that."
 "Great! I'll pick you up in two hour, sound good?"
 "Perfect." I reply, "What have you got planned for dinner?" I ask.
 "I want it to be a surprise." Georges laughs, "Just wear what you want. I'm a casual guy." I smile, thinking about what I'd tell my past self, and if my past self would believe I'd be discussing a date with GSP.
 "I'll see you in two hours then. Bye!"
 "Au revoir."

 He arrives at my door in jeans and his Affliction tee shirt. I'd thrown on short shorts and my own Affliction tee, and I'm glad I had. Georges smiles at me and we leave the hotel.
 "So I was thinking I'd take you to this little place I like then we'd go to the store opening for Affliction." Georges tells me, "It's an intimate little bar and they hold a booth for me in the back when they know I am in town." He explains. I nod eagerly, holding on to his arm which he'd offered me at the door. He was a good six years older than me, but still young and happy in the sport. He hadn't quite had time for it to be spoiled for him. He, like me, left college to fight. He'd almost finished school unlike me. He'd been almost finished but he got his title shot. I'd pretty much done the same. It was take my first year final or go to my title fight. I chose this. We enter this intimate little bar and are given the booth in the back which reminds me so much of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Kind of smokey, pleasant yellow light and a corner booth surrounded by photos of the rich and famous who had sat in the same place prior. The waitress comes over and takes our orders for drinks. I get a glass of red wine and Georges gets the same. Georges throws his arm over the top of the seat, not touching me, but showing that we are here together.
 "What looks good to you?" I ask Georges. He gazes down at the menu.
 "I'm thinking I'll get the cheeseburger they have here. It's very good." Georges replies, tapping the menu. I nod.
 "I'll do the same." I reply, sipping the wine. "Sounds amazing."
 "The one thing I splurge on is eating out with friends." Georges says, "And you?"
 "I train. I don't do much else. I train. I go to promos." I smile, "I've had to work harder than most because I'm still up and coming, despite having the title now." Georges nods.
 "You don't have the recognition or the reputation." Georges says, "You handled the presser well though... Ariel Helwani can be tough."
 "He asked me something?" I ask. Georges laughs and I laugh too. I run my finger over my cut brow. It smarts to the touch.
 "She didn't let you win easy, did she?" Georges asks. I shake my head and smirk. I was wearing more make up than I ever do, even for the cameras right now, because I was pretty torn up. Open cuts one can't fix with makeup though.
 "No she didn't. Like I told her, if she'd gotten her hooks in just a bit better in the triangle I'd have been done in the third round. But it went to the fifth and I did as Greg always tells us."
 "Take her in to deep water." Georges nods, "I'll be coming back here soon. I was in Montreal to train with Firas and I have  a week left with him. If you're not burned out, you should join me."
 "I'd love to. Firas Zahabi is an amazing coach. It'd be an honor to learn from him. I could never get time with him though, he's so busy."
 "Well I'll make that dates two through nine." Georges replies, "I'll let you come with me to my sessions. We can work together on whatever Firas has for us."
 "Wait... date one isn't even over yet." I reply, eyes narrowed playfully.
 "Well I'd like to go out with you again." Georges replies. I nod eagerly.
 "I would too. I mean... it's not like many people get the whole fighter thing... I have guys who won't even ask me out because they're afraid I'll like... accidentally kill them or something. Guys I went to high school with won't flirt like they used to."
 "They are intimidated by a strong woman." Georges replies, smiling brightly. "I do not share that fear." He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. We have our order taken and we chat for a bit longer before heading off to the promo event for the new Affliction opening. I hadn't been asked to go, but I was happy to attend with Georges.

 At the store opening in the Montreal shopping District we find the store about to open. They let Georges cut the ribbon and I stand beside him. Photos are snapped of us together. People who have come to the opening ask me how I'm feeling after my fight, if Georges and I are dating and how long. I keep my answers short and I see Georges doing the same. We find each other again as the evening winds down.
 "Sorry I was not able to see you much. Everyone wanted autographs or what have you." Georges smiles, "Allow me to apologize with dinner?"
 "Sounds great." He sweeps me under his arm and he leads me out of the store. We are again photographed together and Georges gazes down at me. He's a big man- walks around at one-eighty five on a light day, but yet has a friendly smile and sweet look in his eyes. He takes my chin in his hand and pulls my lips up to his. A cheer erupts from the paps. I smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck and pull myself deeper into the kiss. He's good. Cameras are going off like crazy and Ariel Helwani leaps forward with a recorder.
 "Georges how long have you and Misha Martel been going out?" He asks. Georges looks down at me.
 "We met the other night at her victory party. Greg Jackson introduce us and we really hit it off." He explains, "She and I went on a drink run together and then back to the party in her hotel suite. I didn't think she would call me back but she did and I was so happy."
 "I thought he was charming and I've been a fan for years." I offer, "Of course I'd say yes to him. Though, going out with him, I can say he's more than I expected." I take his hand and we leave the press and the cameras behind. We're sure to see those pictures on every MMA blog and commentator vlog by tomorrow. We'd get so much social media attention we'd have to shut off our phones. I'd gotten a swag bag from Affliction representatives and it contained some St-Pierre gear... a tee shirt, some really short denim shorts with gold and silver studs making a GSP fleur de lis, and a thick black and red hoodie. I'd gotten some sunglasses too. They said it was a forward gift and that my line would be coming out soon. I couldn't wait. Martel plastered on every casual MMA fan who could afford the shirts. I liked the prospect.

 Dinner was at another intimate little place Georges liked. It served steaks mostly.
 "You know... if I keep this title... I might have to fight Carlos." Georges tells me. I stare down at my steak.
 "He's a friend." I say, "To both of us. Could you fight him?"
 "I don't want to fight a friend, but I want to fight the best. And he is." Georges replies, "If I do... I will have to talk to Greg about dividing the gym."
 "I have no idea who's camp I'd be more involved in." I chuckle slightly, "Carlos and I go way back."
 "Old friends?"
 "Yeah." I nod. We eat and leave quickly. Georges drops me off at my hotel.
 "When do you leave to go back to California?" He questions.
 "I have two more days of promos, then Free!" I say. He laughs and takes my hand.
 "I'm doing my training tomorrow with Firas." He says, "Will you stick around long enough to finish out the week? Then I'll be back in New Mexico to do my eight weeks with Greg."
 "Of course." I reply, nodding, "So long as I can bunk up with someone, my hotel is eating in to my profit from the fight." I joke.
 "I have a guest room." Georges replies, "If you want it."
 "I'll check out tomorrow."

 Georges picks me and my luggage up from the hotel the next morning at five. We go straight to Tri-Star to work with Firas. I was given a full set of sparring gear by Venum to my surprise when I got back to my hotel from dinner last night, which was just damn lucky. It was black and white. I loved it, It made me happy to represent these brands. Before, I'd been sponsored by Nike, only once I'd gained a win streak and notoriety under my nickname "Martial Misha" because I'd started in MMA with a base in Shotokan and Soo Bahk Do. Wrestling or boxing came later, but I was always going to be the karate girl. I knew a lot, a black belt in Shotokan and a red belt in Soo Bahk Do. But I was no slouch in Brazilian JJ or wrestling though, so I always showed well. I threw all the gear in the gym bag I'd brought with me. I'd posted on Instagram last night that I was giving away my old boxing gloves, signed, to the best ending to the starter- "DAMN my boxing gloves smell so bad-,". When we walk in, Firas is waiting for us and tells Georges and I to start "Jumping rope" which is just to move around as if you have a rope, but mime the rope. He tosses his phone at me.
 "DAMN, my boxing gloves smell so bad... the stench made Firas Zahabi go to deep water." I laugh immediately. The best ones I'd read had earned a snort at most. And there were a lot of Tom Lawlor jokes. Because he's "Filthy". I take out my phone, get my old gloves out of my bag and snap a selfie handing them to Firas while he makes a disgusted face. I post it saying "Firas won the contest. They smell so bad he went to #DeepWater #TriStar #GSP #FirasZahabi #BestKickBoxer #WinnahWinnah #MyMorning". I sign the gloves and he hangs them in his office. I go back to jumping rope and Firas warms us up, yelling through conditioning stuff before getting out the mits. Georges and I wrap our hands and put on our shin guards, pop in our mouthpieces before looking to Firas for direction.

 Georges and I drill different kicks, combinations, and are even thrown in a ring for a bit to spar and practice. He yells out a chain and I am to execute, which I do. He calls break and when I check the time, I find that it is two in the afternoon- we've been training for eight hours straight. I keep pacing, slowing my heart as not to shock my system.
 "Miss Martel, I'd like to offer you a spot here at Tri-Star." He says. I look up to him.
 "I'd love that." I reply quickly, "But I'm Greg's student first and foremost. If things hold up, and I stay at the top, my schedule and Georges' are gonna look similar. So I'll get with him on the schedule."
 "Sounds great. You here all week with him?" Firas questions. I nod.
 "Yeah I am." I reply, "I want to improve my kick boxing. Train with the best to be the best. So Frank would tell me."
 "Right, you were in Campana's camp." Firas nods, "Well you two... Good work today we're done."

 Georges drives me to his place in Montreal. We get out of the car and he carries my bag up to his guest room. He sets my bag down at the foot of the bed and gestures to the room.
 "Your room." He says, "Come on I'll show you the rest of the place." I follow him. For a man who eats out or lives on protein shakes, he has a huge kitchen, granite countertops, the whole nine yards. I promise to cook for him while I'm here. He takes me to the basement. It is full of old fight posters of him and also some of his friends in UFC, art from fans, photos of him when he was an amateur fighting through the ranks and of he and his Dad, little Georges in his gi and his dad holding a mitt.
 "Ahwwww..." I say with a sugar-coated tone. "You were so cute!"
 "Was?" He asks with false hurt. We both start laughing then and we head back up the stairs. I pinch Georges' butt on the way up because it was just too tempting, and in retaliation, he turns around, throws me over his shoulder and climbs up the rest of the stairs. He tosses me onto the couch and starts tickling me.
 "FUCK! I'm sorry!" I laugh, "Ow! Ow!" I squirm, trying to get away from the assault and I grab his shoulder and tap it three times like I'm tapping out. He stops tickling me but stays close, me panting slightly, him with a grin on his face. I grab the sides of his head and pull his lips down to mine. He goes rigid for half a second before kissing me back. He pulls me up, moving me to sit beside him. His hand goes to my hair and mine fall on his chest. Georges keeps kissing me until neither of us have breath to continue, and we part momentarily to catch our breaths. I lean back in and toss a leg over his thigh and he responds by moving closer to me. He grabs my hips not gently and pulls me in to him, pressing his lips firmly against mine. He nips my lower lip and I moan quietly into his mouth.
 "How far do you want to take this?" He asks.
 "Far as you do."
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Ouuuuuh things are getting heatedSonic Emoticon #5WOW