Shakespeare's Plan

4. 'who the fuck- is that like santa clause'

I rolled my shoulders, shaking my head.

"You seem on edge lately, are you okay?" I looked over to see Andre, my trainer. I have known him for a few years, and he is the best trainer I have ever had. He's two years older than me, but he's really fucking good and were close.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shook him off. I wasn't fucking fine. Allister wanted me to fucking fight more. He knew where Mama Rossi worked, and I'll be damned if he fucking hurts her.

He had been threatening me all week, I had tried to keep her work location secret, but he was a sneaky bastard. I hadn't told Killian yet, I knew I had to soon.

"Alright well, it's showtime." I lightly punched his shoulder, I hated when he said that. He chuckled following behind me.

I walked through the hallway, the crowd getting louder. I heard Carson, the announcer, start shouting to the crowed, hyping them up. I rolled my eyes.

"First we have XAVIER WEBBER AKA SKULL CRUSHER"

I snorted at the name, Andre gave me a 'shut the fuck up' look. I shrugged, chuckling to myself. I need a drink. I looked down at my wrapped fists.

I waited, until I heard my name ring out through the microphone, the crowds cheers turned into screams.

"Now we have ARES CASTELLANOS our reigning champion" I pushed past the black curtains, my head up, my shoulders tense. The blinding lights flashing around. 

My eyes stayed forwards, ignoring the crowd. I knew Killian said he was coming tonight, he usually came to my fights, and I went to his. He started fighting a few years after me, it wasn't his choice either. Derek discovered that Mama Rossi was our weakness, and forced us both into it. We were good, and brought in good money for him. Bastard.

 Xavier was a few feet away from me in his corner of the ring. He was tall, but a few inches shorter than me, and he was a bit bigger than me, muscle wise. I was pretty big, but this guy was fucking layered in muscles. Most likely using steroids.

I slipped under the ropes of the ring, and headed to my corner. Andre was standing there, he looked up at me.

"Alright, he's big, but the bigger they are, the bigger they fall. He's slower, your quicker. Your height can disadvantage you, but if you can move quickly, you'll be fine." I nodded, slightly jumping up and down, moving on my feet. 

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IT'S TIME" The announcer shouted in the microphone, the crowd started screaming again. There were multiple women walking around the ring, holding signs with the number 'One' I walked to the center, Xavier stood before me squaring me up. 

"THREE, TWO, ONEEEEEE, FIGHT" I shut my eyes, and closed out the crowd. 

Show time. He threw a fist towards my face, I quickly moved to the side, his fist missing me by a few second. Andre was right, he was slow. I threw a slow punch at his stomach, he moved to block it, and I quickly lifted my arm towards his face. He stumbled back, his nose bleeding.

He groaned, swinging another fist at me. I swiftly moved to the left, ducking behind him. My fist connected to the side of his rib cage. He shook his head, mumbling something to himself. While he was distracted, I threw two punches at his jaw. 

He practically growled. Oh he was definitely pissed now. I tried not to smirk, I bounced around his taunting him. He rolled his neck, before throwing two sloppy punches at my face, I moved back dodging him. I bounced back on my feet, rolling my shoulders.

He looked off somewhere in the audience, over my shoulder before smirking. He looked at me, before speaking over the crowd.

"That's a pretty girl your brothers with. It would be a shame if something were to happen to her." He smirked at me, before licking his lips. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?