Chapter 216: A Sacred Vow to Sante Muerte
Isabella was staring at Alex in a way that made him deeply uncomfortable. Not to mention her admission of kidnapping him simply to meet him was unnerving to say the least. In both of his lives, Alex had met and fucked plenty of crazy bitches. Hell, from his perspective every single woman was at least half crazy. Even the good ones.
But after having his life ended by a psycho lover, whose jealousy had led him to an untimely end. Alex was now far more cautious around the type of women who would murder him, or his loved ones if he ever spurned them in any way.
This girl was definitely one of those women… And Alex was now questioning whether or not the system was trying to get him killed with this insane arc, filled with murder, drugs, and multiple bat shit insane heroines that he was supposed to conquer.
For the first time in his life, Alex felt compelled to cry in front of a woman. After all, he was in a miserable condition right now. The methamphetamines flooding his bloodstream were doing their best to counteract the copious quantities of alcohol and roofies that had damn near knocked him out just a few hours prior.
Alex had been fucked up before in both lives from a combination of drugs and alcohol, but never like this. He felt both wide awake and fast asleep at the same time. Yet his consciousness still managed to pick up everything that was going on around him. It was almost as if he were experiencing a state of living death.
But Isabella did not allow Alex the slightest bit of rest, as she started asking him questions about himself. The crazy fan had gone out of her way to collect as much information about Alex as possible, and thus she knew everything about his past. But what she wanted to know was his plans for the future.
“So… Alex…. I’m dying to know, what do you plan to do after you take the light heavyweight belt?”
Seeing this as a chance to escape any further uncomfortable topics, Alex was quick to address this question.
This answer disappointed Isabella who thought that Alex would be far more ambitious, and she just rolled her eyes before insulting the man for his lack of creativity.
“And here I thought you were better than all those other meatheads….”
Alex however smirked when he heard this before lecturing the girl on her impatience.
“Oh? And who said my ambitions end there? After defending the heavyweight title, and the light heavyweight title for a second time, I plan to cut down to middleweight and take a third title. I’ll be the first triple champ in the history of the Ultimate Fighting Challenge. And once I’ve done this, I will defend the middleweight title, being the first person to hold and defend all three belts simultaneously. That alone should establish me as the GOAT.”
This question raised the beautiful young drug princess’s brow, as she was quick to ask if Alex was even capable of making middleweight.
“From what I understand you walk around at 225 lbs, that means you would have to cut 40 lbs to make it to middleweight. Are you even capable of such a thing?”
Alex scoffed when he heard this. It would indeed be difficult to achieve, and he had no qualms admitting this, but there were fighters who had cut even more than that, and thus Alex was confident that he could do so.
“Oh it’ll damn near kill me, and will probably have an effect on my performance, but I’ll survive, and I’m confident enough in my own abilities that I can defeat whoever is holding the middleweight strap when the time comes to knock his bitch ass out….”
Immediately after saying this, Alex saw a message appear in his vision from the system.
[Isabella is envisioning your victory after obtaining three belts and the violence you would have to engage in to secure such a status. She is even more enamored with you than ever before!]
[+5 Affection from Isabella!]
[Isabella’s Affection: 15/100]
This message startled Alex as he did not expect it to be so easy to win affection points from the absolutely bat shit insane young woman. But she stared at Alex with a reverent gaze, before begging him to promise her that he would achieve such a thing.
The girl did this by grabbing hold of Alex’s hands and pleading with him to put on the most violent show imaginable.
“Alex! Promise me! Promise me that you won’t resort to being one of those boring wrestlers in order to achieve this goal of yours! If you don’t beat every man who stands in your way half to death, then I swear to La Santa Muerte I will never forgive you!”
Alex was almost offended that the girl would suspect he would become such a pussy. Although Alex was a talented grappler, he believed that wrestling in a fight was a coward’s act. Sure, it was an effective way to establish control, but only a real man would stand and trade blows with another until one of them went to sleep.
In fact, Alex had a particular disdain for grappling based fighters, especially those who did just the bare minimum amount of ground and pound in order to not get stood up by the referee. Nothing irked the man more than a fighter who would just lie on top of another fighter for 25 minutes and throw a punch or elbow once every 30 seconds.
Then again, there were was one thing that pissed Alex off more than this, and that were those fighters who took advantage of the USA’s rules regarding MMA where a fighter couldn’t kick, knee, or stomp an opponent’s head in while they were on the ground.
These rules were bullshit, in Alex’s opinion, as they limited his capacity to engage in violence. And gave grapplers an advantage. Where they could just turtle up on the ground, or lie on their back, and Alex couldn’t KO them in the most efficient way possible.
Perhaps if Alex was fighting in Asia for one of the UFC’s competitors he could get away with one or more of these things. But he wanted to be known by all as the undisputed GOAT of the sport, and to do this, he needed to make it big in the world’s largest promotion. It was unfortunate that he couldn’t do these things, but it was necessary for his ambitions.
Thus, Alex looked at the girl with a stern gaze, before swearing to her that he would never become such a boring fighter.
“Isabella, do I really look like the kind of guy who would ever accept such a boring and cowardly way of fighting?”
Isabella acted in a way that Alex didn’t expect and frowned at him before correcting him on the improper usage of her name.
“I told you! It’s Bella! And swear it to me! Swear it to me in the name of Santa Muerte!”
Alex rolled his eyes when he heard this before making a vow that he did not fully understand.
“Fine… Bella… I swear on the name of Santa Muerte that I will never resort to such boring and cowardly tactics in order to achieve my ambitions of becoming the undisputed GOAT of fighting! Are you happy?”
Isabella performed the sign of the cross before smirking at Alex with an almost vicious look in her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed the man before he even realized what was happening before explaining to him just what he had promised her.
“As witness to your sacred vow, I now reserve the right to take your life should you ever break this promise to me! Remember this Alex, because if you do violate your vow to our Lady of Holy Death, I am coming to collect the debt that you owe her!”
It was only now that Alex realized he had made an enormous mistake. He, of course, never planned to wrestle in any of his fights, other than defending takedowns, and getting back to his feet. But still, making a promise where the penalty for breaking it was his life, that was a boneheaded move if he ever made one.
With a heavy sigh, Alex nodded his head and accepted his fate, knowing that there was now way to back out of it now.
“Alright… I understand…. So…. Now that you know about my plans for the future… Can we get something to eat? It might be the cocktail of drugs flowing through my veins right now, but I’m fucking starving!”
Isabella’s eyes opened wide, before a wide smile appeared on her pretty face. For the briefest of moments, she appeared like a normal girl in love, as she grabbed hold of Alex’s hands and promised to make him a nice home made meal!
“Stay right here Alex! I’ll go make you something to eat. You like Mexican food, right?”
Alex silently nodded his head. Of course, he loved Mexican food, albeit most of what he ate was Tex Mex back in the states… Still, he didn’t know anybody who didn’t like Mexican food. When Isabella saw this, she ran upstairs, out of the finished basement where Alex was being held, leaving the man all alone.
As she ran up the stairs, Alex saw her dress flourish, revealing her pure white and lacey panties. Which caused Alex to facepalm. He had no idea if this was intentional or not, but the girl should really be more careful.
With this in mind, Alex gazed upon his surroundings and wondered how the hell he was going to escape from this psycho bitch’s clutches.