The Quinn War (2015)

Chapter Twelve: Fight Night!

The air in the packed venue was electric, the crowd buzzing with excitement as the fight night reached its climax. Spectators crowded around the ring, their cheers and shouts echoing off the walls. It was a scene of controlled chaos, with the tension almost palpable. Everyone knew that this fight was different, that there was more at stake than just bragging rights.

The announcer stepped into the ring, microphone in hand, his voice booming through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for! In this corner, representing the Quinn family, we have Jaydon Quinn!"

The crowd erupted as Jaydon made his entrance, swaggering out from the back, his confidence on full display. He was all bravado, playing to the crowd with exaggerated motions, his fists pumping the air as he bounced on his toes. He knew how to work a crowd, and tonight he was playing the role to perfection. But beneath the bravado, there was an edge of nervousness. He had expected Kieran Feldmanis, a known opponent, someone he could predict and prepare for. What he didn't expect was the announcement that followed.

"And in this corner," the announcer continued, "stepping in for Kieran Feldmanis, who unfortunately couldn't make it tonight, we have Edgars Romanovich!"

The crowd's reaction was mixed-surprise, confusion, and anticipation all at once. Edgars emerged from the back, his expression cold and emotionless, a stark contrast to Jaydon's showboating. He didn't play to the crowd; he didn't acknowledge the noise. His focus was singular, his movements measured and purposeful as he walked straight to the ring.

Ed was an imposing figure, taller and broader than Jaydon, his presence alone enough to make the atmosphere tense. As he climbed into the ring, he didn't waste any time with theatrics. He simply stepped up to Jaydon, standing just inches away, his gaze piercing through the younger man.

Jaydon's bravado faltered. He wasn't prepared for this. He wasn't prepared for Edgars Romanovich, the man who towered over him like a mountain. "This isn't who I'm supposed to be fighting!" Jaydon protested, turning to the officials outside the ring, his voice tinged with panic.

One of the officials stepped forward, explaining calmly, "Kieran couldn't make it, so Edgars is taking his place. It's all within the rules."

Jaydon's heart raced as he turned back to face Ed. Before he could say anything, Ed leaned in slightly, his voice low and dangerous as he whispered, "What a happy accident."

The bell rang, and the fight was on.

From the first moment, it was clear that this wasn't going to be a fair fight. Edgars moved with a terrifying precision, his fists like sledgehammers as they pounded into Jaydon with relentless force. There was no hesitation, no holding back-every punch was delivered with calculated brutality.

Jaydon tried to defend himself, bringing his arms up to block, but even the blocked punches sent shockwaves through his body. It felt like he was being hit by a truck, the sheer power behind Ed's blows overwhelming him. The force of each punch reverberated through his bones, leaving him stunned and struggling to stay on his feet.

Ed wasn't flashy; he didn't waste energy on unnecessary movements. His strategy was simple-close the distance, overwhelm Jaydon with his strength, and break him down. Each punch was methodical, aimed with precision, and devastating in its impact.

Jaydon tried to counter, throwing a few jabs and hooks, but they were ineffective. Ed's defence was solid, his body absorbing the hits like they were nothing. The difference in their experience, in their raw power, was stark. Jaydon had never faced anything like this before.

The crowd, once roaring with excitement, had grown quieter, the brutal nature of the fight shocking them into silence. Jaydon was on the back foot, his movements becoming more desperate, more erratic as he tried to fend off Ed's relentless assault.