YOUNG ROYALS | BL

Y.R | FOUR

CHAPTER FOUR
| BLACK OUT
JAMIE CHOI
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Heavy breathes escaped past the teenagers lips as he threw one punch after the other, dodging his opponents retaliations. A few hits were made in his direction, some where he managed to avoid, some caught him in the face. A direct hit smashed into the side of his face, a rock hard fist colliding with his jaw.

The young fighter spat out the blood pooling in his mouth, anger taking ahold of his body. Fresh sweat blurred his vision as the boy attempted to refocus his attention on his opponent. His opponent was a much larger man than him, muscle mass wise. The man is way above the student's weight class and is someone who has a record of undefeated knock outs.

This information would be able to intimidate another fighter within the same class, but not Jamie Choi, also known as the upcoming king of underground kickboxing. He's defeated many so called champions in his own class, never one above him. This is his first fight with someone in a higher rank than him.

And it's been a long and difficult battle to win. Time was lost once placed in the ring. All Jamie could think about was what could be done to get his opponent on the ground. He's done research on him and hasn't found many weaknesses, considering he's damn near undefeated.

But he refuses to give up and walk out of here with his head hung in shame. He refuses to not live up to his name.

He could hear chants from all around them, cheering his name. The nickname JC rang in the ravenette's ears as he concentrated his rival. He searched through his brain to find strategies previously used to take down his opponents. He wanted to find one that would best fit this particular one.

But his opponent didn't give him time to think as fists flew in his direction, blinding him of his objective. The other understood what was going on and is not allowing the boy to have a chance of victory. Blind attacks to tire the teenager out was the motive, until he could no longer fight due to excessive pressure.

A rush of anxiety flooded through Jamie as he comprehended what his opponent was attempting to do. If that's how it's going to be, then so be it.

At times like this Jamie would tune out the sounds around him and zone in on the match completely, shutting out the world around him. He would force his surroundings to blend and blacken as he channeled a surging malicious energy from within. He would bring it out and move on the faith of his abilities.

Fighting this way always made Jamie feel as if he was fighting with his eyes closed. As if he wasn't actually going against a person. As if he wasn't even present in a match. And at the end it felt like he was waking up from a coma. No recollection of his environment or the experience in the ring. Just him waking up without knowing he fell asleep in the first place.

The blackouts used to terrify him but not so much nowadays. He was beginning to embrace it as it helped him move further up in his career. This method seemingly leaves him undefeated, seeing as how he would regain consciousness and find his rival near death.

He doesn't know where the feeling originated from and how or why it happens, but he just accepted it and kept it moving. A rage inside of him is the only understanding of it all and it goes blank for Jamie from there on. He doesn't want to understand it further, he doesn't want to unlock the tragedies that led up to it. Memories he would much rather keep swept under the rug.

"GIVE IT UP FOR JC!"

The announcer cheered, having everyone around him applaud. The crowd was rowdy as Jamie blinked back into reality and stared down surprised at what he witnessed. His opponent that was twice his size was laid limp on the floor, unconscious with his head cocked to the side.

There were a couple of people who rushed through to check if the rival was still breathing.

Jamie zoned out unblinking for minutes before he was shaken out of his daze. Someone was yelling in his ear, while shaking his shoulders violently, dragging him along with the crowd.

As the boy was dragged from the scene to another room, he was becoming alert to his surroundings. He felt someone give him a hard shove, catching his attention.

"You're a fuckin' beast, man!", his close friend of three years Darren Rizzen complemented, giving his friend another playful shove.

Jamie smiled, forcing out a laugh, checking his fists to see them blooded and bruised. The wrap around his knuckles were torn to where he could make out fresh cuts forming along them. He hissed slightly at his damaged hands but not from the pain - he was used to it, he's been fighting all his life - he winced, coming to the conclusion that he went too crazy once again.

He almost killed a man, again. The thought used to bother him a lot more back then.

"You're seriously going to become a crowned, prince fighter! A fucking champion!", Darren hyped his best friend, earning another chuckle.

"You say that but still won't challenge me to a fight in the ring", Jamie laughed, shaking his head.

"That's because I'm the only one you don't stand a chance against!", the friend remarked and wrapped a muscular arm around the taller's neck, dragging him down to his level. "I wouldn't want you to lose that crown so fast!"

Jamie scowled at his friend and punched him in the gut in order to get himself out of the tough chokehold. He will admit that his friend is indeed a top tier fighter with strength out of this world, but if the two were ever in a serious fight, Jamie could have a chance of winning with technique.

Too bad his friend won't challenge him. Jamie has been begging for them to go against one another just once, but Darren refuses. Says that Jamie is simply not ready to take him on and given how hard it was for him to get out of the chokehold, his friend could be right.

Even Jamie could see that currently he wouldn't stand that great of chance against Darren - maybe, with a hand tied behind his back, maybe then he could have a 60/40 probability of winning. It's too early to take that risk.

"Alright, alright, off!", Jamie scowled, feeling the hold loosen taking the opportunity to use all his strength to push the other off of him.

"See, as I said, you don't stand a chance against me!", Darren teased with a mocking smile and waved for his friend to follow him. "Let's go out to eat, I'm starving and horny! I could use pizza and good ass right about now"

Jamie smiled at the thought of pizza and women. Two of his favorite meals. He licked his busted bottom lip and jogged behind his friend.

"Since you won, you're paying"

The teen rolled his chocolate eyes at the long haired ravenette and followed his friend to the washing area.

"I always do, you prick"

— hope you enjoyed!
— I don't know anything about boxing or other sports. I apologize in advance for the ignorance!
— love you.
— published: Feb 25, 2024