She wanted blows and blood from me. I just wanted…her.
As the king of the fighters in New York City’s underground MMA scene, I'm used to getting what I want. And I do. Often.
She's not like other women. She's a MMA fighter too, an extremely talented one, and there’s only thing she wants from me—for me to fight her fair and square. A fight so publicized that she'll finally make enough money to get herself and her little sister out of New York. She's running from something huge, and I need to know what.
So I make impossible conditions for a fight I never wanted to have: I'll fight her, but if I win, she spends one night in my bed—all night, my rules, no tapping out.
And I fight dirty.