Fight to the Death

-Matt's POV-

I don't normally watch others fight, I have much more important “business” to attend to however, since it was Syn I figured why not, for once? He won the match in the end but it was pretty even until the very end. Syn whipped him around and kneed him, sending him down before he finished by putting Chaz in a sick choke hold. All and all it wasn't bad, though both were torn up afterward.

Syn grabbed his shirt and jeans before walking over to us smiling, all excited from the win and the adrenaline that temporarily always came with it. Too bad it wont last forever.

“I punched a guy, got punched by the same guy, won a fight and 100 dollars, got a busted lip....and soooo... NOW I'm ready to go! I have to be awake in 4 hours for work!” He exclaimed. Putting on his shirt, and slipping off his basketball shorts in exchange for his jeans. I just smiled and shook my head as everyone else laughed at his sarcastic, kidding demeanor. He could only find fun in the getting beat up part of fighting, I however only want to win and could ultimately rule out the getting trashed if it were possible. I never was that ad at the end, there were moments, fights when I was, but not recently, not for a long while.

“Fight 3!” pause for the cheers “ Is between Shadows and Blaire!” I heard the announcer guy, who I still have yet to see, yell in a crazy sounding voice over the loudspeakers.

Great. I'm fighting a fucking girl... 'This will be easy though,' I told myself as I made my way to the center circle. I took off my shirt and everything else I needed to, setting it in a pile before turning around. And there she was. The girl from the apartment only about an hour before... Man, I have to admit she is beautiful...and tiny. Both of which are really fucking unusual for a fighter. Dammit

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-Reg. POV (Blaire)-

I took off my hoodie and jeans, leaving me in my shorts and tank top. Since I was fidgety I decided to take the time to tape up a few of my scabbed over knuckles, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered. Now, I had white tape over random places on my fingers and I must admit I looked like a complete dork. Also having that whole “amateur” vibe too, but oh well. I laid my stuff in a pile along the outside circle of the concrete rink and turned coming face to face with the creepy stalker guy from the stairs. Literally, he was like 4 inches away...still staring at me, intensely almost in a sense of anger and awe. Then again, I'm used to that from many guys seeing me here, in the ring with them. Boy, were they in for a wake up call quickly though.

“You're Blaire?” He hissed “Are you fucking insane?!?!” He seethed in between his clenched teeth.

“ahhhh, um.... you think?!” I answered the first question than the second “And I don't know for sure... but I'm gonna say yeah. Maybe a little. ” I snarled just as meanly and sarcastic as he did to me prior. My hands were clenched at my side in tight fists and I was ready to get this show on the road. I've been holding in anger for hours now and it needed to be let loose, NOW! Before I explode completely and really go crazy, all ape shit on his ass. Good for me, it will be way to terrible for his liking though, just wait.

I slipped past him and went out towards the middle of the huge red circle.

“Oh! I'm sorry,” That calmed everyone down a bit “There's been a misunderstanding. Fight 3 is between Sameer and Blaire! I'm sorry.” Instantly Boo's were heard from everyone, extremely loudly. Shocked, I looked at “Shadows” as he seemed to look kind of shocked as well. “I'M SOOOOORRYYY” The announcer whined as a reply to the cursing and booing that came from his mistake. Shadows went over and picked his stuff up before joining the crowd in watching me... The whole time his eyes never left my form. Everyone's eyes were on me. They were watching, waiting for me to get creamed. Sorry, not gonna happen tonight peoples. I looked over at the guy who evidently was Sameer. He was about 6 foot something, maybe 230 pounds... He was big and slow. I on the other hand was 5 foot 8 and a half, and only 112 pounds. I was like half of him in weight...but I had speed on my side.

“You know the rules but I'm gonna repeat 'em. No eye gouging and or crotch shots. Do either and you're DQ'd. Tap out to end the fight and as the person does, it ends. No extra holding. If I see you choking and the one being choked it unconscious its over, no winner. Lets make this clean, got it?” So it was gonna be a sissy fight, rules and all. I'm used to the whole “anything goes” sorta thing but I suppose I will deal. I nodded and heard Sameer say “yeah.” We tapped our right knuckles together as the siren blew and the fight immediately began. Breaking Benjamin's “Polyamorous” blared through the speakers suddenly while I stood watching in amusement as he crouched down low, in his “stance”. I'm assuming he's a boxer so hes most likely not gonna make the first move...well not against me. I love how guys hate to fight me, it makes my happy despite it being sick humor.

“Don't be afraid to hit me you know.” I said smugly as he went in circles for a long couple seconds . I just stood there, watching a moment, not moving an inch. Just when the bass kicked in the song I lashed out and kicked him in the stomach before punching him in the jaw and watching him hunch over. He didn't expect it at all. I kicked him in his shin, from behind, causing him to fall to the hard cement ground. He rolled over quickly and tackled me to the ground punching me a few times. I rolled us over, kneed him in the ribs and got up as we then started boxing with each other. One hitting than the other for a few times. He knocked me off my feet and I dodged a few punches to my face but he got me pretty good as he slammed the back of my head off the concrete a few times in a row. As he punched, of course he was holding my hair and straddling my waist in an attempt to hold me down. Still, I had enough room to bring my bent legs up from behind and wrap them around his neck, pulling down and choking him, making him go down to the floor as I pulled in an attempt to breath. While sill having a strangle hold on him I got on top of him somewhat, punching him. He quickly tapped out after.

I let go instantly and got up as he spun me around to face him. Not expecting it I was frozen. After yelling “Bitch”he punched me hard in the mouth. Instantly the familiar metallic taste I became so accustomed to over the years, tickled my taste buds. Sameer smiled sadistically as I spit out the mouthful of blood and brought my hand up to wipe away the stray blood, dripping down my chin. Ha, mistake number 1...don't mess with me outside the original fight. I brought my forearm up and connected it with his neck, right at the Adams apple. This caused him to gag and gasp for air, I knew it would that's for sure. “No... Karma's a Bitch...not ME!” I spat out, venomously. I knew damn well that he wouldn't be breathing normally for at least an hour from now. He had the feeling if someone chocking him the whole fucking time, I knew it but didn't regret my actions... he asked for it. After that I went straight for my clothes, grabbing them and began putting them on.

“Here” Yellow haired guy said handing me a few rolls of money. “You okay babe?” I nodded, lying. He actually looked like he was concerned. Hum. Oh God, My head started to hurt like hell and I knew other parts would slowly begin hurting as the adrenaline wore off. It felt like my head was ran over by a train. Ignoring the pain for now, I grabbed the money and put it in my pocket before pushing through the crowd and leaving. My head was spinning and I knew I wasn't walking straight by any means. The door guy said congratulations. I nodded and smiled a fake little smile... 'There is no way I can drive.' I thought while stumbling to my car in the pitch dark night. I got in and sat there, watching everything mix together in my view. I willed my head to clear so I could get back to Nich's, I never had this happen after one fight. Once it did after three in a night but never after one.

I took deep breaths and guzzled down water and blood from what was left of my water bottle. It was gross but I wasn't about to spit out all the water I had because of blood, which would mix with the clean, clear water, no matter what. After about 10 minutes it wasn't getting any better and I was honestly thinking of leaving my car and taking a bus, or taxi...something. All I knew was that I had to get to Nich's somehow or I would be in even more shit than I already was. My head was throbbing and I wasn't in the mood to hear him lecture me again, thank you very much.

I decided to call Ale. I carefully felt the key pad until I got to where the 2 would be and held it down for it to speed dial the cell phone number that was his.

“So what happened Care Bear?” He said laughing as he picked up.

“Alexzandr I need you to be serious for a while okay. Just for once.”

“Um sure? but babe you realize you're the one who is hardly ever serious...not me, right?”

“Oh, yeah I guess..” I mumbled to myself. I would have rolled my eyes but it hurt too bad. “Anyways...” I said annoyed suddenly. “How would one know if say, they have a concussion? And to what degree it is?”

“You fucking have a concussion!?!?” He screamed as I pulled my phone quickly away from my throbbing head. Groaning, my head pounded that much more from the sudden noise.

“I don't KNOW! That's why I'm asking you genius boy.” I whisper yelled at first but then quietly finished the last part barely being audible.

“Okay.” He sighed calming himself down some. “Explain to me why... you may have a concussion...symptoms?” I looked at the blurry mess in front of me trying to make out something, anything but got bored quickly and closed my eyes and resting my head against the seat. I took a deep breath.

“You know that one time, when I fought Maze and it ended up in me passing out for a couple days in the hospital?” aka “coma” or so I'm told but I wouldn't admit to it “Well this is kinda like that... except I haven't passed out entirely. Everything's all blurred... and running together...” I opened my eyes watching the blues and blacks swirl together like dye in water. “I have a sorta, of um... like a Picasso thing going on around me.” I nodded to myself at my description. “And I'm dizzy and my head is pounding, like its gonna explode. But hey, I totally won dude!” I heard him sigh and knew that he was shaking his head at me but who cares? I was giddy that I proved all those fuckers wrong!

“Okay so take me through everything that happened...”

I sat there recapping everything that happened since I got to the docks and then answered a whole bunch of his questions. My vision gradually started focusing and after about an hour I was back to normal. I still talked to Ale as I drove back to the apartment, hoping I could get inside before the dizziness came back and/ or I passed out entirely. Ale gave me this huge long speech about being stupid and how I should have been protecting my head while I just said random, yeah's, I know's, sure's, uh's huh's, etc as need be. God I love him to fucking death but he is such a pain in the ass sometimes. Although, I couldn't blame him, considering I was the one who called him...not the other way around.

Luckily someone called him, and was on call waiting allowing me to hang up with Ale. From there I had time to dash up the steps and get to the door just as the dizziness started quickly creeping back into my head and body. I slowly opened the door so it wouldn't creak or wake up Nich and slipped inside before shutting and ultimately locking it. In the hallway inside the apartment, there were clothes scattered about everywhere, high heels, shoes, a purse...can you say, EW? He obviously had some girl over... I rolled my eyes and scrunched up my nose as I made my way to my suitcase before going into the bathroom. One good thing is that I could get a shower and clean up. He probably wouldn't notice I'm even here... still, yeah. GROSS! It's my brother for fucks sakes, and its weird... thinking of him...ew I'm dropping that thought right now. Wait! 'Did he forget I was here?' I wondered as I carefully stripped off my shirt, jeans and underwear, stepping into the hot and steamy water afterward.

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-Zacky's POV-
“Holy shit did you just fucking SEE THAT!” Brian yelled next to me as I watched her strangle Sameer with her legs. Before long he tapped out. That was some crazy ass fight. Epic actually, Sameer hasn't ever been beat by a tiny girl, let alone ever fight one in the rink... actually none of us have... but anyways...AWESOME!

“Bet you're glad you didn't fight her dude.” Johnny said to Matt who gave him a death glare before our attention was brought back to the rink. I admit it, I'm seriously fucking glad I didn't have to fight the girl.

“Bitch!” Sameer yelled punching her, after the fight was dubbed over... Punches thrown after the initial fight towards and opponent = HUGE fucking NO! Don't do it, not in here at least... This place is too strict on rules. Other clubs it happens all the time, though they also let you use weapons so figure that out. But back to the issue, you're gonna be so shit outta luck if you do it here.

I watched her smirk evilly before punching him in the neck, causing him to gag at the contact. My eyes widened in amusement as I chuckled. Bitch deserved it, that's for sure. Asshole. Matt started laughing near hysterics as she screamed back at him...something about Karma, and her not being a bitch? Yeah didn't catch it all.... She was some hell of a hot head, or so it seemed. Wouldn't want to get on her wrong side, she'll probably go all psycho on you.

Cheers erupted as she took her winnings and pushed her way towards the exit quickly. 'Huh, strange?' I thought.