Villain: Transmigrated Into A NTR Manga As The Antagonist

367  An Unexpected Opportunity

Alex awoke by Nari's side early in the next morning. The young woman was clinging to him tightly, as if she was unconsciously begging him to stay by her side. But Alex had a limited amount of time in this world. And he needed to go back to the states as quickly as possible.

Because of this he left the woman a note, telling her he'd be back before she realized it, and that he looked forward to watching her compete in the Olympics. It was a subtle encouragement, but one that reinforced his thoughts from their previous discussion.

After leaving this note for Nari, Alex teleported back to the United States and checked his phone to see it was full of messages from Vanessa. Voice mails and texts which had been left the previous night, asking Alex to contact her as soon as possible.

No doubt something big had happened in his absence and because of this he quickly called the woman, what with the difference in time between the two regions. Alex was surprised to find that Vanessa had picked up so rapidly. But she did so nonetheless and quickly asked him a single question.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Alex smirked as he walked out on the balcony of his penthouse suite's bedroom, where he then lit a cigarette and took a puff before answering Vanessa's questions.

"I was out, don't' worry about it. What is so urgent that you have to act like this?"

Vanessa was silent for a long time, before responding to Alex in a tone that sounded as if she was scared on his behalf.

"Jones has responded to your call out. He wants you as his next opponent, and Dan is inclined to give it to him. I think, I think you should decline…. You have just entered the top ten. If you fight Jimmy now, then you may not win. And if you do, it's going to piss off everyone else in the division, and so many other fans. It won't be a good look for you…"

Alex scoffed as he heard this. He chewed Vanessa out in his following statement. One that made her remember who she was talking to.

"I have never run from a fight in my entire life. And I'm sure as hell not going to do it now after calling out the prick! From where I stand, if Dan agrees to this, then there's two reasons for it. One, I've stirred up a shit show between fans and haters alike. So much so that they are buying Pay Per Views to watch me either win or get knocked the fuck out.

And two, that motherfucker rides Jimmy's dick so hard he can't help but move mountains for the cheating fuck. If Jones's fragile ego was so triggered by my callout that he demanded from Dan that he fight the number ten contender next, then so be it. I'm going to retire that prick permanently!"

Vanessa remained silent for some time. The only sound she made was her taking a deep breath. No doubt pinching her brow in an attempt to relieve the pressure building up in her mind. And after a deep exhale she finally responded to Alex with an exhausted chuckle.

"You really are crazy, aren't you? I mean, this is Jimmy Jones we're talking about. He's a legend, and many people, despite his numerous controversies call him the GOAT. If you fight him now, especially when you haven't been the most active lately. There's a real chance you lose. You understand this, right?"

Alex however simply smirked after taking another puff from his cigarette, which he flicked off his balcony down onto the city streets below, before ultimately giving Vanessa the response she did not want to hear.

"You know… They say that in order to become the King you have to beat the King. But fuck that, I'm not just going to beat the King, I'm going to fucking kill the king! If Jimmy dies in the cage, then any discussions about him being the GOAT will come to a swift and sudden end. He will forever be remembered as the first punk to get himself killed in the octagon."

Vanessa was stunned as she heard this. She knew Alex well enough to know when he was being hyperbolic, and when he was being serious. And judging by the tone in his voice, he genuinely intended to murder the champ in the cage.

Because of this, she was quick to speak into the phone, at first loudly, but then she remembered the ramifications if others heard what she was going to say. And quickly whispered so that nobody could hear her.

"Alex, you can't! You aren't being serious right now are you? This is just hyperbole, or a sick joke, right? Please tell me you aren't actually thinking of…."

Though Alex laughed and tried to assert otherwise, there was a deeply anxious pit in Vanessa's voice after she heard what he said.

"Of course… It's like you said, just a sick joke. You know how fucked up my sense of humor is. Anyway Nessa, imma be at the gym in thirty, I've just got to shower and eat breakfast before I head out. If this fight is really my next, then I need to prepare for it longer than normal."

With this said, Alex did not wait for a response. Instead, he immediately hung up, not leaving Vanessa with a chance to reply. This, of course, only caused the woman to worry more as she stared at her phone screen, which still had Alex's contact information pulled up.

It was one thing to fight the most dominant champ in history and dream of winning. But Alex was a more dangerous man than he let on. She knew for a fact that he had killed before, murdered lots of people, in fact.

Whether for money, or for vengeance. Alex had taken lives and faced zero repercussions for it. The public wasn't aware of it, but Alex was a different breed of a killer from the normal rank and file of the Ultimate Fighting Challenge's roster. And if he genuinely wanted to kill someone in the cage, he could do so. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om