Jack sat at the edge of the bed, the contract in his hands trembling slightly. He had just accepted the invitation to join the International MMA Federation, a step that would catapult him from the underground world of fights into the global spotlight. But as he stared at the paper, his mind swirled with doubts. Was this really what he wanted?
Lena stirred beside him, her arm lazily draped over his back. She noticed his silence and sat up, pulling the covers over her chest. "You're up early," she said softly, her voice still groggy from sleep. "What's on your mind?"
Jack exhaled, shaking his head. "This." He held up the contract, his eyes clouded with uncertainty. "I'm not sure if I'm doing this for the right reasons, Lena."
Lena shifted closer, her fingers tracing the edge of the contract. "You've worked for this your whole life. Why wouldn't this be the right move?"
Jack stood up, pacing to the window, the early morning light casting long shadows across the room. "I don't know… I spent years fighting in the underground, all of it because I needed to prove something. To myself, to others. And now? What if I'm just chasing the same thing on a bigger stage?"
Lena's eyes softened. She climbed out of bed and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing. You're a fighter, Jack. It's who you are. But you need to figure out who you're fighting for now."
Jack turned to face her, his brow furrowed. "And what if I'm just doing it for the fame? For the recognition?" He paused. "What if I'm doing it for revenge? To prove I can be better than guys like Aiden Frost?"
At the mention of Aiden, Lena's expression darkened. She had seen the way the media had played up Aiden's rise to fame, how he gloated on TV about being the future of MMA, and how he had dismissed Jack as "just another fighter from the underground."
"Aiden doesn't matter," Lena said firmly. "You can't let him dictate why you're doing this. If you go into this with the wrong mindset, it'll destroy you."
Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but it's hard not to think about it. I saw him on TV last night, talking about how he's untouchable, how no one from the underground can make it in the international scene. It got under my skin."
Lena stepped in front of him, her eyes locking with his. "Then prove him wrong, but not for him. Do it for you."
Jack nodded, but the weight on his chest didn't lift. He pulled away from her embrace and walked over to his phone. He dialed Derrick, his coach and mentor for the last five years. The phone rang twice before Derrick's gruff voice answered.
"Jack, what's up? It's early," Derrick said, his voice thick with sleep.
"I need to talk," Jack replied, his voice more urgent than he intended.
"Is this about the contract?" Derrick asked, his tone shifting. He knew Jack too well.
"Yeah. I don't know, man. I'm having second thoughts. I'm not sure if this is what I really want."
There was a pause on the other end before Derrick sighed. "Look, Jack, you've been fighting your whole damn life. First for survival, then for pride. Now, you've got a chance to do it on the world stage, to be recognized as one of the best. But I get it, fame and recognition, that stuff can mess with your head. The question is, what's your real goal here?"
Jack leaned against the wall, pressing the phone tighter to his ear. "I'm not sure. Maybe I just want to prove I'm more than what people think. That I'm not just some underground brawler."
Derrick chuckled. "You're more than that already, Jack. But this ain't about proving anything to anyone. You've got to fight because it's who you are, not because you're trying to silence the doubters. You understand?"
Jack was silent for a moment. He did understand, but that didn't make it easier. "Yeah… I get it."
"Good. Now, sign that damn contract and get your head in the game," Derrick said firmly. "The international stage isn't gonna be easy, but you've got what it takes. I wouldn't have trained you all these years if I didn't believe that."
Jack nodded, more to himself than to Derrick. "Alright. I'll sign it."
"Good. Now let me go back to sleep," Derrick said with a laugh, and the line went dead.
Jack placed the phone down, staring at the contract once again. Lena approached him, her hand resting gently on his arm.
"What did Derrick say?" she asked.
"He told me to sign it," Jack replied, his voice steadying. "And to stop worrying about what other people think."
Lena smiled softly. "Sounds like good advice."
Jack sighed, picking up the pen from the table. He hesitated for a moment, the weight of the decision pressing on him one last time. Then, with a deep breath, he scrawled his name across the bottom of the contract. The ink bled into the paper, sealing his fate.
"It's done," he muttered, more to himself than to Lena.
Lena leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to do great things, Jack. I believe in you."
Jack nodded, but the weight of expectation was heavier than ever. The contract was signed, but the journey ahead seemed more daunting than he had ever imagined. His mind flashed to Aiden Frost once more—his cocky grin, his dismissive remarks about Jack's potential. The image lingered, fueling a fire in Jack's chest.
"I'll prove him wrong," Jack whispered, more to himself than anyone else. But this time, it wasn't just about Aiden. It was about proving something to himself.
Later that morning, as Jack flipped through the sports channels, Aiden's face flashed on the screen again. The reporter was excitedly announcing his latest victory, another knockout in under two minutes.
"Aiden Frost continues to dominate the international scene, cementing his place as one of the top fighters in the league," the reporter said, her voice full of admiration. "He's already looking ahead to his next challenge. When asked about Jack Hayes joining the league, Frost had this to say."
The camera cut to Aiden, sitting casually in a gym, a smug grin on his face. "Jack? He's just another guy trying to make a name for himself. He's tough, I'll give him that, but this isn't the underground anymore. He's in for a rude awakening."
Jack felt the familiar rush of anger rise within him, but this time he quelled it. He wasn't going to let Aiden get under his skin. Not anymore.
Lena walked into the room and saw the look on his face. "Don't let him get to you," she warned.
"I won't," Jack said, switching off the TV. "But I will make sure he knows I belong here."
Lena smiled and nodded, but Jack knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges, not just from Aiden, but from himself. He had signed the contract. Now it was time to prove that he was more than his past, more than the underground.
Now it was time to fight for something bigger.
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