Fighting to Forget
The Fighting Series
by J.B. Salsbury
Fighting to ForgetEvery fighter is drawn to the violence, the release that a perfect hit can bring. But very few are drawn to the pain. Rex Carter lives behind a wall of indifference. The demons from his childhood act as an anesthetic, keeping him distant from emotional connections. Only the ache from a knock to the jaw, sting of a tattoo needles, or heat from a piercing, can jolt him back from the numbness. The fiery pain is all he can feel, and nothing compares to the burn. Or so he thought. Working in a Las Vegas bar isn't Georgia McIntyre's dream. But she hopes it'll be an end to the nightmare. Over a decade she's watched him. Followed his career and kept tabs, all in preparation for this moment. To make amends, repair the wrong. But she didn't count on the feelings that seeing him again would stir up. The vacant look in his stormy-blue eyes, his perfect body now mutilated by ink and metal. And she knows why. She's lived his pain, every single day, since the day he left. Changed by time, Rex doesn't remember the girl from his past. If only she could do the same. Will she get the absolution she's spent her life seeking? Or will he continue, Fighting to Forget
Rex and Mac
I’m ecstatic to be having coffee with Rex and Mac today for my interview. I honestly hope I don’t drool in my mocha as I’m looking at Rex—he’s hotter than the weather outside.
Hi Rex and Mac. Thank you so much for meeting with me today. I know you are really busy with your training Rex, so let’s get started.
Rex, how was it that you got into MMA?
Rex: *shrug* Simple, really. I was a fucked up little kid. Shit I went through was too big for art therapy or whatever new age crap they were trying on kids at the time. Dude came by the group home once a week to teach kickboxing. I picked up on it quickly. He came three days a week, then four…later he became my coach.
How long have you been a part of the UFL?
Rex: It’s been almost five years.
(Ohhh he’s so freaking hot! I wonder what he looks like without his t-shirt on and all sweaty. OMG… I think he answered… What did he say? OMG… just ask the next question so that he doesn’t realize I was just fantasizing about him. Quick!)
You grew up in Nothing, AZ and moved to Sin City. That must have been a huge change for you. Did Sin City’s temptation get to you when you first moved to Vegas?
Rex: *shifting in his seat* I’m not your typical male. I uh… Vegas doesn’t have the same effect on me as it might other guys. I train hard, concentrate on my music, and stay focused. I have to. *pulls Mac’s hand to rest it on his thigh* It’s the only way… for me.
(Dang… why couldn’t he touch my hand? Did I put lotion on my hand? Ohhh I think Mac knows I’m drooling over Rex… Quick let me ask her something).
Mac, give us the juicy details… How did you feel the first time you saw Rex in Vegas.
Mac: *looks at Rex only to find him already staring at her* I don’t think I ever told you this.
Rex: No, you didn’t. *he pulls her hand to his mouth and doesn’t kiss it as much as he makes a quick pass of his lip ring against her hand then returns their joined hands to his thigh*
Mac: *she turns back, cheeks a little pink* I went to a dive bar called Red Betty’s. I knew his band was playing that night. *soft uncomfortable laugh* I was so nervous, even hidden in the dark at the back of the club, knowing he couldn’t see me… my hands were sweating. He walked out on stage and the second my eyes landed on his messy black hair I knew it was him. It was the one thing about him that hadn’t changed from… before. My chest felt like it was going to burst from the sheer power of my heart. Like it was fighting to get through the crowd and get to him… *shakes her head* Wow, that sounds so stupid when I hear it out loud.
Rex: *he releases her hand and pulls her head to his lips, dropping a firm kiss to her crown* Not at all.
Mac, how hard was it to not go nuclear on the groupies around him when he played at The Blackout?
Mac: Ha! You have no idea. *shakes her head* If I didn’t need my job as bad as I did both because of the money and because it was my only connection to him… I would’ve cut a bitch.
Rex:*his eyebrows pop to his hairline* Cut a bitch?
*Silence for a few seconds, their eyes on each other*
Mac: Rex, babe… *she rolls her eyes and smiles* I’m kidding.
*he laughs and turns away and she mouths “I’m so not kidding” then does a slicing mark with her finger at her neck.*
Rex, after your fights, what is the first thing you binge on?
Rex: Mmm, anything from Roberto’s. Mexican food is my weakness. Have you ever had a California burrito? It’s carne asada, guacamole, potatoes—
Mac: Not potatoes. French fries.
Rex: *he tilts his head, smiling* French fries are potatoes.
Mac: Yeah, but French fries are fried and cut like, you know, French fries.
Rex: Okay, so it’s a burrito with French fries and meat and all sorts of spicy shit.
Rex- What do you prefer, red heads or brunettes?
Rex: *pulls his lip ring between his teeth and grins before releasing it* Read the book.
I know that you have to get back to your training Rex but thank you both for taking the time to meet with me today. (And thank you Mac for not kicking my butt for drooling over your man!)
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