away.
A fter his shower and manscape routine, Roman dresses for a workout. The Pretty glides into the kitchen and blends a whey protein shake with whole almonds. In less than an hour, he will be engaged in his first training session of the day, so he makes sure he’s not weighed down with a heavy breakfast.
G one are the days of pancakes, bacon and sausage. Once Roman decided he was going to be the champion, he changed his entire lifestyle to support his dream. Sure, he treats himself every once in a blue moon with a throwaway meal; but never close to a match.
R oman grabs his bag and cell phone and exits his apartment
----

I nside his car , his phone connects to the car’s speaker. Roman pulls out of the driveway and is on his way to the gym.
T he phone rings . Roman presses a button to answer the call. It’s a reporter from an MMA magazine; one of several interviews Roman grants monthly.
H e’s hot shit right now and knows it. Reporters from across the country and Europe want a piece of The Pretty.
T he Reporter asks him about friendships inside and outside the ring, “Who are you closest to?”
T he Pretty responds , “The people that I’m closest too are fighters or trainers. It’s a small group. You get close to people; like family. They are your family.”
T he Reporter then asks , “Have you ever had to fight a friend in the ring? And if so, were you conflicted?”
“ O f course ,” Roman responds, “Our friendship is strictly outside the ring. Once we step into the cage, that man is my enemy. I see him as the man standing between me and what’s mine.”
“ C an you elaborate ?” The Reporter asks.
“ S ay I have a daughter I’m supporting. My opponent is a threat to my daughter, and to me. If I don’t win, my daughter doesn’t eat. So I have to put him down.”
“ D o you have a family ? A daughter?” The reporter asks, “I mean, besides your less than idyllic parents.”
R oman parks in the gym's parking lot and turns off the ignition. He responds abruptly, ‘The other fighters are my only brothers and the cage is my mistress; there to push me past my comfort zone. I’m there to stroke her, to please her and to draw blood for her.”
Chapter Five
R oman swings the doors to the gym open with such a thud, the glass rattles and the other fighters in the gym pause for a moment.
T hat reporter has touched a nerve with Roman. He doesn’t know why someone asking about his childhood would still have an effect on him. He hates feeling this way or acknowledging that his past still brings up so many raw emotions.
R oman commands his space , stands contrapposto, like an alpha male. He never leans into a conversation, always faces out, toward the room.
E ven the position of his feet on the floor signal his status. He doesn’t approach other men; they approach him.
O ther fighters in the gym stop their training as he walks by, with respect to the master. He exchanges one-handed shakes and back-pats. Lucky Lewis gives him the “bro” handshake.
F or there is no one even remotely like him in the UFC; and no one comes close to the talent he possesses.
A fter the handshakes , The Pretty meets up with Al near the corner ring.
R oman glances up at the office for any signs of Tuesday. She’s not in the office or gym. This is actually a good thing as he doesn’t need the distraction that her scent, her pussy brings.
R oman and Al spend several hours on drills before The Pretty steps into the fighting ring to spar with Alvarado.
A lvarado , a friend, and former roommate has three pounds on The Pretty. He's also built differently as he's more solid than spry; which can count in his favor, as well as against him.
T he Pretty steps inside the practice ring and hugs Alvarado as Lucky Lewis moves to the front of the crowd to stake his viewing spot.
“ H ow are you doing , man?” Roman asks.
A lvarado responds , “The baby turns three tomorrow. I want you
A fter his shower and manscape routine, Roman dresses for a workout. The Pretty glides into the kitchen and blends a whey protein shake with whole almonds. In less than an hour, he will be engaged in his first training session of the day, so he makes sure he’s not weighed down with a heavy breakfast.
G one are the days of pancakes, bacon and sausage. Once Roman decided he was going to be the champion, he changed his entire lifestyle to support his dream. Sure, he treats himself every once in a blue moon with a throwaway meal; but never close to a match.
R oman grabs his bag and cell phone and exits his apartment
----

I nside his car , his phone connects to the car’s speaker. Roman pulls out of the driveway and is on his way to the gym.
T he phone rings . Roman presses a button to answer the call. It’s a reporter from an MMA magazine; one of several interviews Roman grants monthly.
H e’s hot shit right now and knows it. Reporters from across the country and Europe want a piece of The Pretty.
T he Reporter asks him about friendships inside and outside the ring, “Who are you closest to?”
T he Pretty responds , “The people that I’m closest too are fighters or trainers. It’s a small group. You get close to people; like family. They are your family.”
T he Reporter then asks , “Have you ever had to fight a friend in the ring? And if so, were you conflicted?”
“ O f course ,” Roman responds, “Our friendship is strictly outside the ring. Once we step into the cage, that man is my enemy. I see him as the man standing between me and what’s mine.”
“ C an you elaborate ?” The Reporter asks.
“ S ay I have a daughter I’m supporting. My opponent is a threat to my daughter, and to me. If I don’t win, my daughter doesn’t eat. So I have to put him down.”
“ D o you have a family ? A daughter?” The reporter asks, “I mean, besides your less than idyllic parents.”
R oman parks in the gym's parking lot and turns off the ignition. He responds abruptly, ‘The other fighters are my only brothers and the cage is my mistress; there to push me past my comfort zone. I’m there to stroke her, to please her and to draw blood for her.”
Chapter Five
R oman swings the doors to the gym open with such a thud, the glass rattles and the other fighters in the gym pause for a moment.
T hat reporter has touched a nerve with Roman. He doesn’t know why someone asking about his childhood would still have an effect on him. He hates feeling this way or acknowledging that his past still brings up so many raw emotions.
R oman commands his space , stands contrapposto, like an alpha male. He never leans into a conversation, always faces out, toward the room.
E ven the position of his feet on the floor signal his status. He doesn’t approach other men; they approach him.
O ther fighters in the gym stop their training as he walks by, with respect to the master. He exchanges one-handed shakes and back-pats. Lucky Lewis gives him the “bro” handshake.
F or there is no one even remotely like him in the UFC; and no one comes close to the talent he possesses.
A fter the handshakes , The Pretty meets up with Al near the corner ring.
R oman glances up at the office for any signs of Tuesday. She’s not in the office or gym. This is actually a good thing as he doesn’t need the distraction that her scent, her pussy brings.
R oman and Al spend several hours on drills before The Pretty steps into the fighting ring to spar with Alvarado.
A lvarado , a friend, and former roommate has three pounds on The Pretty. He's also built differently as he's more solid than spry; which can count in his favor, as well as against him.
T he Pretty steps inside the practice ring and hugs Alvarado as Lucky Lewis moves to the front of the crowd to stake his viewing spot.
“ H ow are you doing , man?” Roman asks.
A lvarado responds , “The baby turns three tomorrow. I want you
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