Chapter102

#Chapter102

Dave / Axel's P.O.V.

The UFC judges come 5 minutes before they should, some of them sitting down, some of them standing and leaning on the wall, but all of them have their arms crossed and look like they take no bullshit.

/"Arnold, you better not have brought us all here for nothing, you know we never have time for anything, anyway./" one of them says, honestly looking kinda bored and my anxiety levels go up even more than they were before.

/"Davis, just shut up and trust me on this, okay?/" coach says, exhales a short breath and looks at me, smiling.

/"Let's go then, shall we?/"

Go? What the fuck? Go where?

I frown. /"Go where?/" I whisper to coach and he gives me a weird fucking look.

/"Didn't I tell you? Oh, must've forgotten, my bad. You're fighting a UFC champion in about ten minutes to show you're good enough and all./"

I stop in my track. /"I'm what?/" I screech. /"How could you forget to tell me that?/"