Felix

Prologue

The crowd roared.

The stands rumbled.

The entire place went crazy as Felix Sanchez entered and walked through the sold-out Vegas venue with his entourage. Of all the fights he'd been in, this was by far the biggest of his career. Winning the professional titles to begin with had been huge, but the hype leading up to this fight had been unprecedented.

In the past two years, he'd buffed up enough to now be fighting in a heavier bracket. He'd be defending his title against Pauly Grecco, the up-and-coming Italian phenomenon with an impeccable record. He was the first contender who was actually thought to have a slight chance of taking the title from Felix. So far, no one had even come close.

Felix had made more appearances on shows all over the world to discuss and hype this fight than he'd had in the past. Win or lose he stood to walk away with his biggest paycheck to date. Many of the critics suggested that maybe that's why he wasn't taking this fight as seriously as he should have been. It had been reported that, while he'd been busy promoting and flying from country to country and touring the states to make different appearances and shows, Grecco had been training nonstop and not taking this fight for granted as Felix was being accused of.

Smiling as he stepped into the ring to the crowd chanting his name over and over, Felix shook off the annoying thoughts of what all the sports commentators were saying, and waved out at the crowd. He then brought his attention to Athena as she made her way out to the center of the ring. As the provocatively dressed young pop diva was introduced, the buzz in the crowd was very telling of what everyone was thinking. She was there because of him.

Not so. That was entirely his publicist Andy's doing. It was no secret that Felix and Athena had had a thing going a few months prior. He'd been seen with her several times in the last month, but things were in no way getting serious like the tabloids were implying. As usual, Andy seemed to think any publicity was good publicity, and since Felix didn't care what anyone thought, he'd let the public come to its own conclusions.

When Athena was done belting out the national anthem, the crowd once again went wild in anticipation of one of the biggest fights in years.

As soon as the bell rang to start off the first round, Felix knew he might be in trouble. Grecco went right at him, putting the crowd on its feet, and the entire place thundered as Felix wobbled when Grecco landed a left hook.

Felix shook his head, trying to catch his bearings. He'd been in the ring no more than a few seconds, and already he felt shaky. Abel hadn't been kidding when he said Grecco had a wicked left hook.

"Focus and readjust!" Noah yelled from the sidelines.

Refusing to panic because every punch that Grecco had thrown so far he'd landed while Felix hadn't landed any, he pulled away and focused. Just as Noah said, he had to readjust. Clearly his opening plan was not going to work. When Abel had warned him of Grecco's left hook, Felix had countered that it was wicked and dangerous when he landed them. Felix had thought he was too fast and didn't think Grecco could throw it fast enough to catch him. Now, less than a minute into the fight, Grecco had already proved him wrong.

Not a problem.

Felix just had to rethink his strategy. This wasn't the first time he'd had to, and he'd always come up on top. The round was coming to a close, and Felix figured he'd take the time between rounds to refocus.

Very mindful of Grecco's left hook now, Felix kept his eye out for it with his right hand up to block any sudden jabs. The ten-second warning bell rang, and Felix knew he was home free, though admittedly he was far more exhausted than he should've been after just one round.

Grecco's right jab came out of nowhere, landing a massive blow to the left side on Felix's face. The last thing Felix saw was Grecco's stunned expression before Felix's face hit the canvas and everything went black.

More to come!