He hissed as he wrapped his ribs, wrapping it where it had just enough pressure to keep his ribs still, but tight enough where it slightly restricted his breathing. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when he saw the black and blue bruises being wrapped up, it was amateurish to let himself get hit like that.
“What? Upset that I got a good hit on you?” had he been right next to him, he would have given him a semi playful punch.
He huffed in a mixture of amusement and annoyance before blatantly saying,” right hip, last spring.”
He relished in the way the next stall inhaled sharply before practically yelling at him,” Listen, just because you managed to nick me with the knife once, it doesn’t mean you can hold it over me forever!”
Chuckling, he ignored the pain he felt as he put his shirt back on,” Nick you say?”
There was a loud, annoyed groan coming from the next stall, the smirk on his face got wider as he listened to the occupant cursing under his breath. He had not ‘nicked’ him as he said, instead, they had gotten a little bit too serious and one of them ended up leaving with a knife in his side and came back with at least 15 stitches. Although he was somewhat proud that he had injured his opponent like that, he still felt bad. So, for each week that he was out healing, he would give his opponent over half of his nightly earnings, since he knew that the man needed it while he just wanted some spare cash (And an outlet for his anger).
Jamming the beanie onto his head, he carefully tucked all of the strands of his hair, making sure that no one could see a single strand of his very distinctive hair. He pulled the beanie over his eyebrows, he knew that he looked odd like that, but the last thing he needs is for someone to recognize him out in public. He pulled his mask over his face and once he gathered his supplies into his bag, he was ready to go.
He walked out of the stall at the same time as the next one. With impassive eyes, he looked up at his opponent,” What's the score now?”
He didn’t even have to look at his phone, he had checked their score before the fight and he knew what it was,” 40 wins, 41 losses and two ties, its my win.”
“For now.”
He gave a small smile under his mask,” Yes, for now.”
They both walked out of the locker room, he absentmindedly glanced over at the main room as they walked past it. He could hear the loud and drunken cheering that the current fight produced. He had half a mind to go and see who was fighting and what was making them get all riled up like that.
But at the same time, he knew that it was just a bunch of rookies that wouldn’t last a week. The owner would have told them if there were a few rookies they had to keep an eye on.
“Black, Wrath,” Their attention was caught by a man stepping out into the hallway.
Well, speak of the devil.
“Here,” He took two thick bundles of cash out of his jacket, the both of them having at least 400 dollars within the envelope. He handed each other their respective envelope,” Good fight you two, same time next week, don’t be late.” They both nodded and took their bundles. They didn’t bother counting it, the owner had known them long enough where it would be a loss if he was going to try and scam the two of them. Not only could they kick his ass, but they simply brought in too much money for him to lose them to another fight club.
“Ok.”
“Got it.” With that, they both left the warehouse. Black looked up at the sky, taking note of the position of the moon and realizing that it had to be at least two in the morning.
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