Knockout • OT4

6 - Spitfire

Michaels vision was blurring and he was losing.

Losing this stupid fight against blondie.

He should have thought about his actions prior within the week, because that's only the right and responsible thing to do, right? Actions have consequences, a simple lesson taught in elementary school.

What else was taught? Health and safety, safety in drugs and over the counter prescription medications.

Michaels 2nd grade teacher would go into cardiac arrest if she saw where he was today.

Fighting as a job illegally, teetering homelessness, an unbearable mental state and overdoing the pain killers.

Seriously, the young fighter was melting away like ice-cream in the summer heat under these conditions.

Through out the week, Michaels been doubling the dose of some old painkillers that laid untouched in his cabinet.

Through out the week, Calum kept to his promise about keeping Michaels shit in check for him. Well, Calum with help from the other two. Of course he'd tell them, what didn't they know?

They pummelled down on him harder, screamed at him louder and made sure to scream the most inhumane sentences possible.

It made Michaels head spin in agony.

The sentences, not the painkillers. Well, those too.

Unfortunately for him, the dosage he was downing every morning seems to have finally taken its toll on the fighters tired and beat body. Every hit became sloppier and every voice and sound of bones cracking under the pressure became muffled.

His body felt like jell-o and his blocks were nonexistent.

He was about to drop whether he liked it or not, and he wasn't exactly sure he'd get back up this time.

Luke threw a hard punch to the gut, watching the red haired boys body slowly begin to fall forwards. His face was painted red with his own blood, but Luke wanted to see it dripping to match the eye-sore that was Michaels red hair.

The blonde threw a hard punch into the side of Michaels face, causing the boys body to teeter to the left on impact.

His body hit the matt with a sickening thud, limp and quiet seconds after. The younger man's face was uncomfortably squished into the mat, but he didn't have the energy to lift himself or even move.

Everyone muscle felt like it was on fire, every cut leaking the very thing the other boxers wanted to see most.

They liked making their play toy bleed.

"Good one, Hemmings! Though I reckon you should've knocked him around a bit more, I'm sure he could take it." boomed a voice from outside the ring.

Where Calum and Ashton stood casually, watching a barely conscious Michael came a power hungry Luke. He gave a short nod of dismissal at their suggestion before coming up and around.

He stood in front of Michael before bending down, slipping his glove off to grab a fist full of the surprisingly soft red hair.

He heard a whine of pain emitted from the young boy, but when you're power hungry and in the mood? It only fuels the want for more.

The blonde pulled his head up by his hair, watching Michaels eyes widen slightly in what could only be fear.

His face was painted red with his own blood, his cheek bones cut and no doubt that one or even both of his eye sockets remained broken. His lips were slit right down the middle and his mouth guard was beginning to slip out of his mouth, a pool of blood only threatening to spill behind it.