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Chapter 1: Disgrace

"I'm going to make you pay.. and It's going to hurt.."

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It was not five minutes ago Eren entered the octagon with all the bravado of a young lion, now he's backed up into the corner unable to fight back.

"I need to keep my hands up" He thought to himself

A shot to the gut

"Just a few more seconds, once that bell rings I'll be fine. I just have to hold out for a few more seconds."

A blow to the ribs.

"Come on, ring already"

Eren's opponent grappled onto him, and began slamming his knees into his body in the clinch. Eren could feel the slick blood running down his bruised and battered face, he tried squirming, yet he couldn't break free. He felt bile trace its way up his throat as he took another blow to the stomach, but he forced it back down.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. An easy fight is what they told me, just put on a show."

"Eren, paying off opponents will only get you so far. Maybe in the underground, but most respected fighters wont take a fall for a couple extra bucks."

He heard a female voice say in his head

"I refuse to sit here and be a part of this! I will not tarnish my families reputation because of your ego!"

"You should listen to her, Eren. This isn't going to end well for you."

"You too, Armin? Look, it'll only be for a couple of fights, just to get my name out there, I promise!"

"I'm not going to be a part of this, Eren. If you want to ruin your life, then so be it. I'm not taking this fall with you" The female voice said

"Really? after everything you're just going to walk away?"

"Goodbye, Eren."

"Really? Now" he thought to himself. "It's been months, why am I thinking about this now?

Eren dropped his hand slightly, allowing an opening for a hard punch to the jaw. His head flew up, as he fell back against the ropes, hardly able to keep standing. Just as his opponent cocked his hand back to throw another punch, a loud ring echoed across the stadium. He backed up, and the two fighters met eyes.

Reiner "The Warrior" Braun, standing at just over six foot, and 210 lbs. He was a monster, there was no chance for Eren to beat him in a straight fight, not with his inexperience, and the massive weight difference.

Eren glared at him, pinching the side of his nose with his thumb, wiping the blood away, then stumbled his way to his corner.

"What the hell, Mr. Leonhart. I thought this was supposed to be easy" Eren whispered to his coach, "I'm getting my ass kicked out there."

"Stop whining Eren. I told him to make it look realistic." a gruff voice responded.

Eren looked down at the older man, who was handing him a bottle of water, to which Eren took a hasty drink from. The mans black hair was showing strands of grey, and the wrinkles on his face growing more apparent, clearly past his prime, but he was one of the best fighters in his heyday, only losing to a single fighter.

Eren's eyes moved over to a woman his age, her blonde hair tied up into a bun. The mans daughter, and Eren's girlfriend, Annie.

"Just keep your hands up" She said, walking over with a damp towel to wipe the blood off of his face. "The deal was for you to make a come back in the second round. Remember the signal we told you about ."