Love. It's my name. It's what I fight for. It's Frankie. I'm a fighter. Trained to always keep my cover. To anticipate, see the next hit coming. I never expected her past to come at us swinging like it has. I'm about to take on two of the most important fights of my life. My girl and the belt. I know that I can handle it. That I'll never stop fighting. But what do you do when your life, your love is threatened and you can't take the hits-she has to? You shut your eyes and f*ng pray like hell that she's strong enough, fierce enough to come out on top. I went to war for her. Now it's her turn.

Even when she won't fight for us, I'll go to war for her... Inside the Octagon, I have no fear. I'm at home, in my element, inflicting pain onto men trained to hurt me just as badly. Making them submit, knocking them out, maiming them, because it's them or me. And I choose them. Outside the Octagon, my only weakness is a five-foot-two, classy as f*ck woman that I've loved for most of my life. She's the one that brings me to my knees, fills my arms, my heart, and one day soon, my bed. She makes me reckless. Volatile. I drink too much and try too hard to f*ck my way out of feeling-all because...

"A rock star with no rhythm is a man with no soul." - Stone Lockhart As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, f*cks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life. For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music - the notes that weave his soul together. His rhythm. Until he threw her away. All he has left is a handful of pills and a few lines of powder to make him forget her. And he tries, over and over. Clean and ready to make things right, he's faced with the fact that Willow's moved on. She's not the same girl he cast aside. Willow's a woman sure...