Two Of A Kind

thirty one

Tessa's POV

"What time's your game?" I mumble, still half asleep. I can feel the rise and fall of his chest, and hard abs behind my head.
"7 PM, but I'll be there at 3:30 to train and shit," He croaks with his hot morning voice, running his hands through my hair. I nod my head subtly and look up at his clock, reading the time.

9:12 AM

"So why's this match so important, who is this guy?" I asked, tracing a line across his abs with my fingers. He exhaled a deep breath and I rose from above.
"Kurt Spade, also know as 'Left Hook'," He air quotes. "For as long as I've been boxing, he's been a cheating prick," He lightly tenses his abs. I continue running my fingers along them as I nod my head for him to keep going.

"Last year, he'd been on anabolic steroids. All drugs are illegal and count as a disqualify, but because of his performance enhancement, he'd broken my left arm and two ribs." He explains calmly, although I know he's furious inside. And to be honest, I was also growing mad.

"Why the fuck would he do that?" I asked as I stopped tracing his abs and just lay my hand there.
"He's a cheater amore, and he wanted my title stripped away from me, probably still does." He continues. Well not this year, hell fucking no.

"Don't they check for any drugs in your system before you enter the ring?" I questioned. It'd be fucking dumb if they didn't after this incident.
"They didn't before, but now they do it before every match, whether I'm in it or not." He answered as he continued running his hands through my hair, before placing a kiss on my head.

I stare up at the ceiling, "Do you think he's going to try something today?"
"Possibly, we'll never know," He explains. Oh for fuck sake.
"Well I'll be there to catch him lacking," I retort while he chuckles at my answer.

He taps my back lightly, "Amore, let me organise breakfast for us," He suggested.
I nodded and slowly got up and out of bed, heading out the door.

"Running away amore?" A grin rose to his lips, and I rolled my eyes.
"Going to get ready for the day actually," I retort playfully, while his jaw tenses. Huh?
"The eye roll amore, it needs to stop before I lose control," He deadpanned, but I could see a smirk pulling at his lips. 

I stood in my room, with a matching smirk on my face. Since our rooms are opposite each other, he could see me clearly.
"If you're not going to do it for me, don't talk," I shut the door and locked it, knowing well he'd come in and make me.

"You're playing dangerous amore, watch out," I heard his footsteps growing faint with every step. What did I get myself into?

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"Coming in at 105 KG's, 6'2, Left Hook!" The host cheers through the mic. Coming in from the left side, I see the cheating bastard. He's built, but doesn't look as strong as Leo-- no where near as strong. He's also a little shorter, seeming as Leo's 6'4, and looks a little older than him.
Kurt's jumping up and down, ushering the crowd to grow louder, and they did. People were cheering and clapping all around. Kurt entered the ring, still jumping around.

"And our 3 time champion, 120 KG's, 6'4, Achlys!" Just as I thought the crowd couldn't get any louder, it did. Roars rippled through the crowd, I could even see some posters about Leo, it made my heart melt.

"Fucking end him!" Carter yelled, cupping his hands to project his voice.
"The wins yours brother!" Adrian joined in, making me smile.

Coming through the right entrance, I saw Leo. He almost made Kurt look like a twig, no wonder he had to use drugs to look like he had a chance.
His muscles are tensed, and tanned. He banged his fists together in excitement, but his face was monotone. His black hair was fluffed, and his dark green eyes were piercing at Kurt. That's it, get angry.