Fighting Temptation

II - Deathstroke

"Did you find anything out about her?" Abhimanyu asked Neil as Neil wrapped his hands up.

"No. And can you stop asking about her and focus on the match? Please? You are up against Typhoon. He is new to the scene but word of mouth is that he is really, really, freakishly good."

"But I'm better." Confidence cascaded off Abhimanyu's words.

Although his mind was too preoccupied by the hot, sexy, siren from the bar. His siren.

She had disappeared on him after their dalliance and she had paid all cash for her tab leaving no trace evidence of who she was.

What sucked even more was that Abhimanyu did not even know her name. No name, no phone number, and no contact address. All he did have was the picture perfect image of her face as she came for him.

Her big doe-eyed almond shaped eyes, her tiny nose, her supple, soft lips.

But Abhimanyu had full faith in fate. They would meet again. It was just a matter of when and how.

"Okay, ready? You're name just got announced." Neil's words brought him out of his thoughts.

Abhimanyu got up from the bench and stood up. "Let's do this."

~*~

"And here comes...the man you've been waiting for. The man of the hour, everyone's favourite, the man with a spotless record, the man who has never lost before, our very own, "Deathstroke."

Abhimanyu was welcomed into the ring by a round of cheers. He snuck into the ring by holding the ring's boundary ropes down. He removed the black robe from his body pulling up bare chested to the center of the ring where Typhoon, a rival his size, younger than him stood.

Abhimanyu and Typhoon gave each other a fist bump just before Royal, the referee less announcer blew the whistle giving them the go ahead.

Typhoon made the first move to hit Abhimanyu, a move which he easily blocked.

Then another. And another.

Any move Typhoon made, Abhimanyu blocked easily other than the few light punches and hits here and there.

And then it was Abhimanyu's turn to make a move.

Abhimanyu raised his boxing hand and hit Typhoon on the jaw, whilst shifting back and forth on his feet, egging him on.

Abhimanyu outstretched his hand, waving it towards him, mocking Typhoon, daring him to make a move

Typhoon raised his hand and went on for a punch. A punch that Abhimanyu would have blocked easily had his ears not heard the clunking of her heels, or his nose for a whiff of the feminine scent —spicy vanilla with a hint of rose —amongst all the sweaty testosterone filled bodies.

Abhimanyu looked up, just in time for his eyes to interlock with hers.

Her.

The girl from last night.

His girl.

She was here.

Standing right in front of him. And...she was walking towards the ring. Towards him. His eyes unwavering from hers, just as hers stayed focused on him.

She was here. In flesh. In front of him. Looking hot as hell wearing skin tight jeans and a satin blouse that did nothing to cover her cleavage.

Fucking hell.

He wanted to jump over the rope and throw his robe at her, cover her from the corrupted eyes of the men present in this room right now.

That body —that marvelous sexy body was for his eyes only.