EroticReverie

I'm hidden with Gianna my best friend in the back of the make shift arena in the basement of an abandoned warehouse in the city. For the past few years, I've heard people talk about it. "The Blood Pit" which it is appropriately named as me and Gianna flinch at the spray of blood that comes from the mouth of one of the fighters, as his opponent adds his to DNA to the floor of the ring with the other bright red splatters, and dark brown splotches of other blood, either recent or old. 

We're standing on a stack of crates to watch the fight. It's our second time coming. Watching guys maim each other isn't really my favorite thing to do on a Friday night, but Gianna had talked me into it, because Max , a guy she has a crush on at work, fights here. After witnessing him beat the shit out of a guy last week, Gianna's crush went from a level 10 to a level way beyond. 

Max was the one currently adding to the display of blood in the ring, and Gianna screamed and cheered along with the others as the guy laid on the floor, face down, tapping himself out. 

The guy with the microphone, entered the middle of the floor and raised Max's hand and I heard Gianna squeal next to me and looked to her, laughing, because I couldn't blame her. While we weren't a fan of underground fighting, it WAS admittedly kind of hot to know the guy you were crushing on, was one of the top fighters. Max gave her a slight nod, kissing two of his fingers and  pointing them towards her. I swear the girl almost fainted. 

"I'm going to go get a beer, do you want anything?" I yelled in her ear over the still cheering crowd, as she shook her head.

"I'm good!" she replied and then went back to cheering for Max. 

I carefully hopped off the crate with my hand against the wall for balance. I was wearing thigh high black boots, with a tight long sleeve dress, that left just a few inches of skin between the hem and the top of my boots.

Walking outside the basement in the hall, I gave the guy at the stand a ten dollar bill, and he handed me an already open bottle of beer, setting it on the table in front of him. 

I shook my head. "No." I said. 

"Excuse me?" he said, while shoving the 10 into the change box. 

"I'd like to watch you open the beer." I said and pushed it back across the table.

"Sorry, sweetie, take it or leave it." he says. 

I pursed my lips and leaned over the table, and put my hands on the table. 

"Then give me my money back" I said firmly, scowling, my long brown wavy hair falling in front of my shoulders.

"No refunds babe." he says. 

"Hyde, just give the girl a new beer so we can all move the fuck on." a voice behind me said. The guy arguing with me looks behind me, and without hesitation grabs a new beer, pops the cap off and slides it to me. 

I grab the beer and go to turn and thank the guy behind me. I slam right into him.

"Jesus" I say and then step back, and realize I'm looking at the middle of someones chest. My eyes trail up the fucking wall of a man in front of me. 

"Jesus" I say again, this time not because he was so close to me, but because, I can't believe what I'm looking at.  He's gotta be at least 6'4", his jaw is sharp, he has dark stubble all over, soft lips smirking at me, one corner of them turned up, his eyes are a light green and my panties are going to have to go in the god damn trash as those eyes look right into mine. 

"You said that already" his voice is playful as he leans over, reaching behind me taking the beer off the table that had already been opened and then clinks it to mine. 

"Cheers Bella" he says. 

I cock my head slightly. 

"How do you know my name?" I say looking at him as he steps to the side allowing the people behind us to buy their beers. 

He smirks a little more. 

"I don't." he says. "But I suppose now I do." 

"You called me Bella" I say. 

He takes a swig of his beer. 

"Because that's what I call beautiful women." he says. 

I must seem genuinely confused as to why this Italian , olive skinned god is flattering me, because he chuckles slightly. 

"Matteo" he says. "Matteo Marchetti"

I blink. Then I realize he's telling me his name.

"Arabella." I say. He smirks. 

"Do you have a last name?" he asks. I lick my lips. He watches my mouth as i nervously wipe my tongue over them.

"Morelli" I say. He grins. 

"Haven't seen you here before, your first time?" he asks. 

I shake my head. 

"Second....my friend...umm...she knows one of the guys who fights" I shrug. 

"Which one?" he asks 

"Max?" I ask, and he only nods. 

"Good fighter." he says. 

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess."

"Fighting not your thing?" he asks. 

I chew my lip. "Is it yours?" I ask. 

He grins and gives a little shrug. 

"Guess you could say that." he says, and I hear the announcer in the other room yell something. 

Before I can say anything. He nods to my drink and lifts his. 

"I have to get going .Enjoy your drink Arabella Morelli, maybe I'll see you around. " he winks and walks away from me, not going back in the main room, but down the hall, and I almost want to follow him, but the hall isn't lit and I refuse to follow a hot man to my death. I see him reach for a door handle, light shines out in the hallway and he's gone as he closes the door behind him. I scrunch my nose, and sigh and then go back into the main room. 

I find Gianna right where I left her , and Max is with her. She's still standing on the crate , tiny like me she holds Max's face and kisses his face, fawning over him, inspecting any marks or bruises. He seems perfectly fine though, because she giggles when his hand slips up the back of her thigh and under her skirt. She swats it away and Max laughs, dropping his hand, and I walk over. 

"UP NEXT IS WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, GET YOUR LAST MINUTE BETS IN WITH THE GUYS! " the guy on the microphone yells. 

"What have we been waiting for?" I ask Max as he nods hello to me. Gianna still kissing his cheek, holding his face. 

"Oh, King." he says.

"King?" I ask. 

"He's undefeated. Has a big reputation. He fights all around the state I guess, undefeated everywhere in the underground rings." he says. 

I shrug and sip my beer.

"Didn't he kill a guy once in the ring?" Gianna asks and I look at her. 

Max laughs. "No, came close, but no. That's just a rumor." 

"So his big reputation is just that he's undefeated?" I ask. 

"That and he's a total douche bag" says a guy from behind me. He shuffles past me and grabs Max's hand , doing some kind of bro greeting handshake. 

The guy looks back at me and does a sleazy up and down look on me that honestly makes my skin crawl. 

"What makes him a douche bag?" I ask. 

"He's known for letting women congratulate him after his wins" the guy chuckles, so does Max. 

"You know" the guys says making a blow job gesture.

"Oh, ew" I say wincing and shaking my head. 

The guys laugh and Gianna scrunches her nose and slaps Max's shoulder, he laughs and slips his hand up the back of her skirt again. 

"You gonna congratulate me babe?" he winks. She giggles and squirms as his hand grabs her ass under her skirt. The other guy raises his brow at me and I shake my head. 

"I dont think so" I say. He laughs and then the crowd starts to stomp against the cement, I can feel the the thud of the floor rattle up through me as the crowd starts to cheer. 

"King! King! King!" they all yell, girls getting giddy, looking to their friends with hearts in their eyes. 

The announcer calls the first guy out, met with some boos and some cheers. 

"Kings newest challenger Dante!" he says as the tall buff guy, take a swig of water and spits onto the floor. Raising his hands up to the crowd over and over trying to get them to cheer. 

But they don't , not until the announcer calls on King to enter. 

I stand on tip toes trying to see where the guy comes from, and I grab Gianna's hand to help me onto the crate. 

I gasp when I see "King".

It's Matteo.