The Hunter and Little Fox

The Hunter and Little Fox

by Chevoque

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Chevoque

The Hunter and Little Fox

Copyright 2015 by Chevoque

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Dedicated to all the Canis genus members and everyone who stand up for their rights.

Word from the Author

Dear Reader,

I hope I used the correct MMA terms and made this an enjoyable read for you.

I love MMA fighting and love watching it with my dad, so I'm not completely educated about all the rules and terms, but I did a lot of research and hope that I've got it right. With that said, I didn't use any specific event or even a schedule that exists. If this tournament I created does exist, then I assure you there are no associations.

As always, the playlist is on my YouTube channel, or a simple Google search of the title will lead you on the correct path. I thank you for your support and always appreciate your feedback and reviews.

See you on the other side,

Chevoque

Table of contents

Word from the Author

Warm-up

Round One

Round Two

Round Three

Round Four

Round Five

Round Six

Round Seven

Round Eight

Round Nine

Round Ten

Round Eleven

Round Twelve

Round Thirteen

Round Fourteen

Final Round

Acknowledgements

Chevoque

Warm-up

Trevor hated that his flight had been delayed, but he knew all the airports in South Africa were just barely able to exist on the generators that seemed to run more often than the actual power stations. He looked to his left as his trainer; DeWet, loudly snored and it startled him a little. The man had taken far too many Calmettes, but the amount of mini-whiskey bottles that aided in his knockout also bordered a danger zone.

Trevor wasn't certain where his manager was, but she was most likely searching for a phone, since hers had died at the airport, after too many calls to get him on a plane and off to Las Vegas. The woman was always on her phone, calling sponsors, event managers and ensuring Trevor showed up prepared, without looking like a palooka.

It was all the makings of having a great career as a professional MMA fighter, with no other goal in life, other than to stay the best for as long as he could. He decided to turn on the TV screen mounted into the wall and, since he was in a private jet - sent by the hotel where the tournament was to take place - he stretched out and relaxed.

The screen immediately showed the main broadcaster's channel, as they covered the introductory part of the tournament. The Exclusive Fighting Tournament was not like any other MMA tournament on earth; there was a pre-tournament press conference, the fights itself, lasted almost two weeks with several rest days between bouts, and even a post-tournament press conference. This was the tournament you were only invited to, and winning this, was like winning an Oscar.

The part Trevor was less fond of was the fact that your personal life became the ten exclusive reporters' main goal to expose. The evidence thereof was sounded, as a heavy metal song softly played over the screen's speakers, while the two commentators discussed a fellow, Trevor wasn't fond of.

Charlie 'Sly Fox' Bischoff was the reigning South African champion and his fighter name was there for a reason. But, at that moment, they had just finished discussing his sister, Little Fox. Trevor never paid any mind to the fighters' private lives, but, by the sound of the discussion - and Whore softly playing in the background - it was clear they thought the Bischoff girl was like her mother.

Well, Little Fox will entertain us the next few weeks, won't you agree, Angeline? The man cheerily asked, the woman sitting next to him, but her immediate reaction was covered with a smile.

I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about, Trevor couldn't understand what the woman's deal was with the girl, but she continued. Moving on, Cox has proposed to his girlfriend and sadly she couldn't make it, but I think our home-grown fellow will go far this year.

Don't forget that the current titleholder, Namibian-born, Trevor 'The Hunter' Dale, will be here to defend his title.

Oh, of course not, Adam. I heard his plane was also delayed with the Foxes' from South Africa.

Yes, but The Hunter has a great challenge this year. Rios, Carter, Harcourt and so many who have fought him, very early in their careers, are here, and they have definitely improved since then.

Trevor had had enough of the constant reminders that he was on his way out, so he turned off the screen when the air hostess with the nice breasts came to ask him if he had all needed. He began chatting with her and a few minutes later; he had her bent over a bed, in the back of the airplane.

Maya found herself staring at the enormity of the suite, in the hotel she was booked into. Beautiful Victorian styles were subtly undernoted by the modern chic, while the lilies on the dining table made the entire room smell of summer. It was all overwhelmingly breathtaking and she was quite surprised that her brother's manager had finally booked her a separate room.

Charlie was an MMA fighter and even though he was still new to the international scene, he was sneaky enough to win almost every big shot he was placed up against. He was known as 'Sly Fox'. His tricks and quick moves always gave him the upper hand, but Maya knew her brother's ways would get him in trouble if he was ever caught.

The only thing she cared for at that moment was a shower and a bed. The delayed flight and Charlie's tour of the tournament grounds - which he only wanted to do to pick up a few chicks - was exhausting and Maya had had enough.

The king-sized bed almost looked puffy as she admired it, before heading into the oversized ensuite. We are far away from Brakpan, she thought, as she dropped her suitcase. Unzipping the front, she found her photo of her mother and gave it a spot on the bedside table, before she grabbed her vanity bag and stepped into the shower.

All cleaned up, she dried off, threw the towel in the bathtub and strolled over to the bed. Sinking into the sheets, Maya audibly sighed as the fabric caressed her tired, naked skin. In less than five minutes, she was lost to the world, as sleep took her to peace.

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A grunt, a groan, and a sudden grab of her breast jolted Maya awake with an odd force. What the fuck! Maya yelped, as she ripped away and fell out of the bed. The carpet might have been soft, but her bum was sure to have a bruise from the sudden introduction with the floor.

Who the hell are you? A guy asked, as Maya found her feet and stared at the bed in the darkness.

What are you doing in my room...and in my bed? Her frown took its place where she already had a wrinkle from all her worrying. Luckily, the room was only softly lit by the living area's light pouring in and she knew the thing wouldn't be seen.

"You're in my room, the guy said and flipped on the bed lamp. Whoa..." He looked awkwardly confused at Maya and she stared back at him, with her hands on her hips, as she took on an angry stance. The lanky, muscular guy was far from what she expected to see so late after midnight, but he was awfully attractive and she struggled to feel afraid, even as her logic was yelling at her to run. The look on his face at that moment was even less fitting; he looked aroused, confused and completely pissed off.

Why are you staring at me like that? And get out of my damn bed, would you!

He got up and stood taller than the average fighter, yet his body, with the well-toned muscles, suggested that he was a fitness freak. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the build-in closet and grabbed a complimentary robe from the hanger. Maybe put this on, then we'll figure things out.

What? Maya looked at the robe and suddenly the grogginess dissipated. Oh, shit! She grabbed the robe and swung around, as she felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her habitually au natural sleeping, had been momentarily forgotten when she had awoken with the somewhat arousing jolt. Almost too embarrassed to turn and face the stranger, relief came over her when he finally spoke.

So...I'm Trevor, nice to meet you. He said, but tried keeping his eyes low, as Maya turned around. There was a bulge in his boxers and his hands seemed like they hovered in front of the area.

Maya, and you as well...I guess. Pouting her lips, she saw his perfect body could easily be described as that of a gladiator's. Lean muscles wrapping his torso in a blanket of masculinity and sex appeal, while his legs in the short boxers looked like he could support just about anything. You are at a damn MMA tournament, genius¸ she cussed herself, truly trying to avoid analysing his package any more than she should.

Eye contact, almost silvery eyes stared back at her, but his head was shaven and that wasn't something she found extremely exciting, so her eyes turned back to his body. His entire left arm and pectoral was tattooed with what looked like a steampunk version of the anatomy. Steel plates, wires and real muscles depicted something quite fascinating.

Are you one of those complementary chicks the tournament organizers give the fighters? He blatantly asked.

She took a moment too long, as she felt her face turning dopey. Wait...what?

"You know...they give girls who are truly just whores pretending to be fans. You do fit-"

Hell no! And fuck you for assuming that, Maya said, tugging the robe tighter over her chest and shifting her weight to her other leg.

Trevor didn't know what to say to her comment about the girls. He had had quite a few of those and she did fit the bill, but that he couldn't say that out loud now that she had reacted with murder in her eyes.

I'll call the front desk so we can sort this out, she said, after a few seconds of awkward silence passed.

He nodded, Sure, yeah, do that. I'm getting something from the mini bar, want anything? He asked, heading for the living area. His blood was boiling at that stage, and it wasn't just about the mix-up. Even though the girl he had found was a plain beauty, which he wouldn't write home about, she had what most wanted past midnight. Her breasts were just about a hand full and her stomach might not have been completely flat, but those dark brown eyes were fiercer than most fighters he had went up against. What person doesn't like a challenge from time to time?

He could hear her talking to the front desk on the phone, as he chugged down the whiskey. He was still too lost over what had taken place. He never liked living in hotels, as it tended to be overcrowded and distractions, like her, were too abundant to not grab his wits from the tournaments.

The fact that she was talking to the front desk and the conversation was clearly about a mess-up, allowed him to assume that it was really just an accident. She didn't seem to recognise him, so she couldn't have been a fan who merely found her way to his bed. Or she might have been one hell of an actress for that matter.

He stared out of the window and saw the City of Sin splayed out in front of him like a beautiful lady. The strip's lights promised dreams, and for one night anyone could be someone. Sirens were rushing down the street below and Trevor was thankful the windows didn't allow that irritating noise to enter the room.

Fuck, he heard the girl say, as she slammed the receiver down. A few minutes later, she stood, fully dressed, in the living room, her suitcase gliding on its wheels behind her. She scratched the frown between her brows and guilty eyes looked back up at him. I'm sorry. This is your room, she wanted to add something else, but bit her tongue and headed for the door.

Where will you stay now? Trevor felt bad for the first time in a very long time, as something in her manner showed she was royally pissed, maybe even hurt, but clearly terribly embarrassed.

She stopped and faced him with sigh of pure defeat, I'll see if I can crash with my brother, since he got me into this mess. Otherwise...I'll see what the hotel has.

She continued to the door, and he said, You know the entire city is kinda booked... She looked back at him, as if he thought she was an idiot and that damned frown fell in its line. He realised it annoyed him for some odd reason. I'm just saying. There is the MMA tournament, a tennis event at a nearby hotel, and a snooker tournament and there is a stupid boy band holding a concert here. Shit, you are probably here for that...

I'm not into boy bands. I'm grownup enough to know a gimmick when I see one.

Based on your breasts, you sure are all 'grownup'. You can stay here until morning, then at least you-

I'll be fine, she snapped back and something in her eyes screamed self-sufficient. Goodnight...whatever your name was again. She was out of the room in an instant and Trevor stood there staring at the door for a moment.

She is gonna have a hell of a night, he spoke aloud and headed for the bed he had slept in for nearly an hour before the incident. That would teach you to put on a damned light before sleeping. He spotted a photo of a woman that looked a lot like her on the nightstand and decided he'd figure out a way to get it to her in the morning. Switching off the light, he instantly drifted back to sleep.

Maya couldn't believe her brother, What do you mean you can't let me sleep here? There is a damned couch I can crash on! Charlie gave her that stupid smile he carried too easily with his bright green eyes and blond hair. A girl shouted from the bedroom of the suite, as Maya was still standing in the hallway.

Sis, I will keep you up all night with the noises. You-

Goddammit, Charlie! You fucking basically traded me with one of those whores! He giggled and she couldn't understand how someone with a bright future would fuck it up by using drugs. The white dust traces were still visible on his upper lip, as he ran his hand through his stupid pisspot hairstyle. It is easy to see we don't share fathers.

May... He was terribly high and the three girls in his room were shouting for him again, fully distracting his current attention span, which was comparable to a single goldfish's.

Charlie, I'm tired. It was a bitch of a trip. Please, I don't care about the noises. I just need a place to sleep. Maya was not at all happy; she hated her brother for many things, but he was already showing he wouldn't help her.

He gave her that smile he usually gave the girls he found too ugly to fuck, Sorry, sis. He began pushing the door shut.

You are going to leave me to sleep in the hallway?

That guy did say you could sleep in his suite, Maya's mouth nearly hit the floor in shock, Tell him who I am, maybe he is a fan and you can promise him you'll let him meet me. Something in her brother's eyes sparked up that mischievous sprite that meant he knew something she hadn't, but before anything could be done or said, the door shut in her face.

Trevor gave in on the third knock. Walking to the door, he had a feeling it was that girl again and with that, he suspected the excuse that she wasn't a whore, had to be false. He opened the door, Let me guess...

The look on her face caught him completely off guard. She looked deflated, defeated and dismayed. Turns out my brother is a cunt, she looked like she had to swallow a bitter pill, as she looked up at him and shook her head. Then she caught his reaction, That was putting it lightly.

Trevor leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, as he felt the need to draw the plea, right out of her. And quite frankly, he liked that she cursed like a sailor. You are back here for a reason.

Her eyes took in his body and he could see her appreciative gander lingering at his boxer. She bit her lip and sighed almost endlessly, before her eyes showed that fear of being dependent. The night concierge can't help me until the morning and how my tossing brother got me into this room in the first place...I'd rather not speak about... Hell, she really doesn't like asking for help.

You can stay here, why the words crossed his lips, Trevor couldn't quite come to terms with, but that look in her eyes...it was killing him.

Her expression saddened, as he stepped back inside and let her follow him in. She awkwardly stood at the couch with her back to him, hiding her eyes most likely, I'm really sorry about this. If I had any other-

Hey, he took her arm and turned her to face him. She looked fierce again, so he dropped his hand, it's not an issue. She nodded, uncertain, What's your name again?

Maya Bischoff, she shoved her hand toward him and looked at him with a smile.

He took her hand into his, knowing who she actually was, and gave it a kiss, confusing her further, Trevor Dale.

Her smile fell away and she turned with an open mouth, while that stupid frown line took the cue to take its residency. She seemed to recognise his name, but it was clear it had confused her. A lock of her curly black hair fell from the high ponytail and the curl ended up resting just above her breast. The longer I look, the prettier she gets, Trevor thought, as she suddenly turned to the closet near the mini bar. She stepped back with a duvet and a pillow, both haphazardly held in one hand.

You don't need to do that, I'll sleep here. You can take the bed, he offered.

She turned to face him, her entire expression one of disbelief, It is your room and you need that bed to get a proper rest in before tomorrow's...well, later today, as it is already past midnight. I'll be fine here.

As she came closer to the couch, he grabbed the pillow and threw it toward the door, I said I'll sleep here. Now go take the bed.

Listen, buddy, she dumped the duvet and had a finger pointed his way, looking like she wanted to jab it into his pec, just to feel the muscle's tightness, but instead, swung it around like a damn witch's wand, as she spoke. I've slept in worst places, on worst things, and done things on much less distinguished couches. This will be a dream compared to just last week.

Exactly why you should take the bed, he said this miming her finger, which was quickly lowered. My parents raised me to be a gentleman, so let's not prove them wrong.

She gulped like a fish for a moment, I don't know whether you... Her frown was in full swing and he really wanted to place his finger over the thing, because the distraction was too much for him. Please make this easy for me. Just take the bed.

"We can both sleep on the damned thing. It is large enough and I slept on the