Harry's POV
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
The familiar phrase replicates through my ears as I enter the ring. The crowd cheers as the announcer begins the introduction of fighters for the main event. My heart begins to pump at an accelerated pace and I can feel my blood start to boil at the sight of my challenger.
"In the left corner...standing at six foot tall, weighing one hundred and sixty pounds, the undefeated champion, Harry Styles!"
The crowd roared as I stared down my opponent and presented him a small smirk. The five foot eight, one hundred and fifty pounds blonde avoided eye contact with me as he already knew exactly how this fight was going to play out. It's pretty simple, the referee gives the signal and I beat the living shit out of the guy within the first twenty seconds of the match. Nothing new here.
"In the right corner..."
As my opponent was introduced, I watched as he sped up the stairs and into the ring, cheering the crowd on as he flailed his arms and roared with his fans that were rooting for him. I rolled my eyes at the sight of this and began my pre-game warmup, tuning out his measly introduction. I knew who I was fighting but I never cared to learn their names, no matter how famous they are in the MMA world. All I know about this guy is that he thinks that his shit doesn't stink and I am here to prove that theory wrong tonight. I stretched out my arms and legs while never taking my eyes off the opponent.
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
Blood, sweat, don't show your tears.
"Hey, curly boy, you think you're gonna win this one? You think you can beat me? Well think again you little shit." He spat from the other end of the ring.
I snickered and flipped him off. "Let's reassess in about thirty seconds, eh?"
Moments later, the referee signaled the start of the fight. Five minutes ran across the clock, but everyone knew that this guy would be knocked out within the next thirty seconds.
I immediately ran up on the dude and landed a punch right in the center of his face, causing his nose to slant and begin bleeding immediately.
"What the fu-"
I didn't even let him finish his sentence before landing another blow right to his lower stomach, causing him to hit the ground.
4:49...4:48...4:47...
The clock ticked down as I leaned down and locked him into my signature move, the Kimura Lock.
The Kimura works through isolation of the elbow and shoulder joints. It is done by grabbing your attacker under a double wrist lock.
This position enables a fighter to crank behind the opponent's back. It exerts painful pressure on the opponent's shoulder making it difficult to escape.
I leaned down to his ear and whispered with a grin, "Give me five million dollars and I will let you out of this lock before you go night-night.".
My opponent nodded and I instantly let him out of the lock, putting my guard up and taking a step away from him.
4:39...4:38...4:37...
I still have time. Not even worried.
Before I could process my thoughts, my challenger ran up and sent a punch through the left side of my face, causing me to stumble back on my feet. The entire left side of my face throbbed and I could feel it swelling up.
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Assailant [H.S]
FanfictionFor Harry Styles, the young and talented MMA fighter, his life revolves around personal success and being in the spotlight. When Nora Wright shows up, the daughter of Harry's fighting manager, everything changes.