𝑺𝑡𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑹 | UFC Male Reade...

By wohars

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Shakir Moon has dominated the Light Heavyweight division of the boxing world for years. With an impeccable re... More

1- First Of Many
2 - The Decision...
3- Famous People Doing Famous Things
4- Hit me Hard & Soft
6- Past Scars
7- New Faces

5- Fame Can Only Hide Some Wounds

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By wohars

BILLIE's EYES STARTED to flutter open, the beaming sunlight from outside her curtains woke her up. She rolled over and groaned after feeling the headache instantly.

She sat up and looked around, she looked down on the floor and saw Shakir's shirt. She tried thinking back to the night before.

"What happened." She mumbled. Flashes of what she thought was a dream filled her mind. She remembers being on top of Shakir kissing him and confessing something.

She had those types of dreams with a specific someone, but that's it. She assumed it was a dream.

Billie got out of bed and stumbled a bit, still a little groggy from the hangover. She rubbed her eyes and made her way to the door.

She walked out of the room into the corridor and walked into the bathroom. The twenty-two-year-old freshened up the most she could before she walked downstairs.

The smell of breakfast grew stronger as she walked down the steps. She made it into the living room and walked into the large kitchen.

There she saw Phineas sitting down at the table eating pancakes with Shakir at the stove cooking them.

"Hey Billie," Phineas said.

"Hey, Phin."

Shakir turned and saw Billie. "Oh, good morning Billie."

Billie's eyes were squinted from the amount of natural sunlight that entered the room because of the open blinds. Still, she saw the tall Boxer turned UFC fighter in her kitchen.

He was shirtless leaving his shirt upstairs. He wore the same pink Hellstar sweats pulled down just enough to show the PSD line.

Billie looked at him and wondered if she was still dreaming looking at his muscular upper body.

'My man, my man, my man.' She thought.

"Billie?" He called out.

"Uh..huh? Oh yeah, good morning." She rubbed her eyes and went to sit beside her brother.

"Phin, you want some more food?" Shakir asked as he turned around.

"I'm fine. Thanks though."

"Of course."

Shakir looked at Billie who was staring at him. She snapped out of her trance when she saw him looking at her.

He smiled at her. "Whatcu want Billie? We got Pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, and toast."

"Nothing right now, feel like if I eat I'm going to throw up."

Shakir chuckled and grabbed a paper plate out of the cabinet. He put his breakfast up there which consisted of all the foods.

He walked over to the table and sat in front of Billie and started to eat. Phineas got up and walked back upstairs to the guest room.

Shakir started to cut up his pancakes and ate the sliced-up pancakes. Billie stared at his plate and Shakir looked at her as she stared at his plate.

Shakir cut up some of the pancakes grabbed it with the fork and put the fork to Billie's mouth. "Open."  He said as she opened and he put the fork in her mouth.

The two stayed silent at the table as Shakir was eating. "So what happened last night?" She asked breaking the silence.

"You're dumbass got drunk. Knowing you are a lightweight." He said as he pointed his fork at her.

Billie chuckled and playfully swiped at the fork that was in her face. "Shut up." Shakir smiled and pulled the fork back.

Billie looked at Shakir eating and started to think. That dream she had, those blurs of last night. The more she thought, the more she remembered Shakir was in them.

Shakir grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it. "What else happened?"

"You tried to fuck me," Shakir said nonchalantly as he ate his bacon. Billie blushed and slapped his arm.

"What if Phin or Quen heard you."

Shakir laughed. "Forgot. Sorry."

Billie started to remember what events broke down. She did remember what he said. She also remembers she said something to him.

But couldn't remember exactly what she said.

"What else? Did I like say anything?"

Shakir made a face looked down at his plate and grabbed the toast. Billie noticed that and arched her eyebrow.

"Uh, you ain't say anything."

Billie reached her hand out and touched his arm. "Don't lie to me."

Shakir bit into his toast and stayed quiet. "You ain't say anything."

"Are you sure?" Billie asked gently. She knew he wasn't being truthful. Shakir stayed quiet. "Look at me." Billie used her other hand to grab his face and move it up to look at her.

"You said you loved me." Shakir blurted out.

Billie closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands. She confessed her love, while she was drunk.

"Oh my god," Billie mumbled in annoyance. Annoyed at herself.

"It's cool, you were drunk you probably didn't mean it." He said as he finished his toast.

She did mean it though. Even if she was drunk. She was confused. Why did he not want her to mean it so much?

Billie hated their relationship. She wanted him, to only be hers. He didn't like this friends-with-benefits thing they had going on. Even though in the beginning it was her idea.

The two were good friends before their relationship changed as it did. They were friends for around six months and met with a mutual friend

"No Shakir I mean-" Shakir cut her off by getting up from his chair. "What's up Quen?" Quenlin looked at the shirtless boxer and smiled.

"What's up."

"You hungry?" He asked as he walked to the kitchen.

"Sure." She walked to the table and saw the distraught Billie. "You alright?" Billie nodded and sighed.

Shakir walked over with a plate of everything up there. He had syrup in his other hand as he put it on the table.

"Here you go." He walked away to the kitchen and grabbed his plate. "I'm about to dip though." He shouted as he started to walk upstairs.

"Alright!" Quen shouted back. It was a little moments later before Billie and Quen heard the door shut.

β€’β€’

Joe Rogan sat down in his podcast studio. His iconic Joe Rogan glowing neon sign behind him as he wore a black shirt and headphones John Smith sat across from him and a surprise Co-Host Aliyah Williams sat beside him.

"Before we start, let's welcome Aliyah to the podcast," Joe said.

Aliyah waved at the camera and smiled.

Joe leaned and smiled. "John. We need to talk about Shakir." John nodded his head and Joe continued talking.

"Second most title defenses in boxing history. He's coming to the UFC!"

"Yeah, Joe it's one of the biggest moves in combat sports history. We're talking about a guy who's defended his title, what, 17 times? With also a perfect record."

"17 times! Now he wants to make the switch to the UFC. You know he's not coming over for a paycheck. This is a legit competitor who has been competing and been on the top of his game since, what, he was 17?"

"I think close to it, but that's also the thing Joe. Shakir isn't just some regular boxer. His accuracy and knockout power are generational. People have been calling him the best pound-for-pound fighter for years."

Aliyah smiled and leaned forward. "The question everyone is asking though. How will he adapt to the UFC."

Joe and John nodded. "That's what he wanna see, We've seen great strikers come to the UFC before, and some have succeeded, but usually when they go against a good grappler, that's when flaws peek out," Joe said.

The two nodded their heads. "I've actually talked to Shakir and seen he's been working with and training with legendary UFC fighter Demetrious Johnson and working with Tracy Cortez in this transition."

"He is working with arguably the best UFC fighter of all time. He's going to be so scary." John said.

"You got to think though, smaller gloves, different range even the cage plays a factor," Joe argued.

"It's going to be fun to watch, his debut is going to bring huge numbers. Everyone wants to see 'Sniper' in action." Aliyah said.

"No doubt. And you know, the UFC gone put him against real competition. I already know Dana wanna see if he's real for the UFC."

"I can't wait to see who they match him up with. But regardless of who it is, you know Shakir is going to bring it." John said.

"I think they might match him up with Jared Cannonier," Aliyah said

"Ooo. I like that." Joe said.

"Can't wait to see what we in store for," Joe said.

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β€’β€’

Shakir sat down on the edge of his bed and looked down to the floor thinking. Billie ran through his mind and the night before did as well.

A towel wrapped around his waist and his body was damped from getting out of the shower.

He looked at his open closet. Clothes and shoes filled the closet from top to bottom.

He got up front the bed and the towel dropped onto the floor. It was hard for Billie to get out of his mind.

He walked into the closet and grabbed some underwear, and grabbed some black Denim Tears sweatpants, with a white Hellstar shirt.

He started to get dressed and put on his underwear and sweatpants. He grabbed his dove deodorant and swiped it on his armpits.
(don't be musty)

He grabbed some black socks and put them on and his shirt. He grabbed his phone and keys off the dresser and started to walk downstairs.

He slipped into his black Yeezy slides at the door and walked out of the house. He looked into his phone and unlocked the car with his keys.

He opened the phone app and dialed a number. He waited for an answer and soon someone picked up.

"Hello, Mr. Moon."

"Uh, hello. Can I come to speak to her?"

"Yes. Over the phone or will this meeting be physical?"

"Physical."

"Alright. She will be ready when you come."

"Alright." Shakir smiled and put his phone in his pocket.

He opened the car door and cut the car on.

β€’β€’

Shakir pulled up to the huge hospital building and parked in front of it. He sighed and pulled out his phone. He was texting Tracy as he was driving.

He put the phone in his pocket and looked in the passenger seat. It was a Chipotle bag. He grabbed it and got out of the car. He took a deep breath and started walking towards the building.

He looked through the glass door of the building. He looked up and saw Los Angeles Psychward written on the building.

He walked in and moved forward to the nurse at the front desk. It was the same woman who he talked to on the phone and the same woman he saw any other time he came.

She was a nice young lady, she was a white-blonde lady who looked to be in her late 20s.

She smiled and greeted him. "Good afternoon Mr.Moon."

"Good afternoon." He said smiling. Her eyes lingered on the bag and Shakir noticed it as well.

"It's Chipotle, you can check it if you want."

She smiled and shook her head. "It's okay. I trust you." The phone beside her rang and she answered it putting it to her ear.

It was a little conversation before she hung up.

"She's coming down now."

Shakir nodded walked into the empty waiting room and looked around the bland white building.

The place was so empty, the place looked dead. Shakir looked up and saw a doctor with a woman beside him.

"Mr. Moon." The doctor called out.

Shakir stood up and walked towards the doctor. "Are you ready?"

Shakir nodded and followed the doctor and the woman who hadn't said a word. He walked to a door and opened the door.

It was a white room with furniture and a TV mounted on the wall. Shakir and the woman walked to the couch that was in the room and sat down.

Shakir placed the food on the floor and took out the bowls.

The doctor walked out and closed the door behind him. Shakir looked at the woman.

"Hey, mom."

β€’β€’
(A/N: stay safe)
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