Rosie's One-Shots

NoochZahHutt: Promises

#Mat/Nooch's POV#

I knew Brandon was a fighter. I knew we were both put at risk when I asked him to be my boyfriend. But I knew he was strong. And I knew he would never break his promise.

. . .

I was already hesitant to let him keep fighting. I don't know how he was let in to begin with -he was as skinny as a stick and basically acted like a marshmallow- but my Petey somehow crawled to the top of every stat list. There was one person and one person only that stood above him.

Jerome Aceti.

Jerome was quite the opposite of Brandon. He radiated strength and confidence. Brandon came off as quiet and weak, -but that didn't mean he wouldn't give you a run for your money. Jerome was skilled with his axe and could disarm you in seconds, while Brandon would sidestep every jab and block every swing someone took.

One thing they had in common, though? They both knew that today was the day one of them took over the PvP arena, while the other never fought again.

There was another boy I'd learned the name of a few days ago, while mentally preparing myself for today. Mitch Hughes. He was Jerome's partner (in crime, love, pretty much everything). Now, while our boyfriends had almost nothing in common, we were exactly alike. For one -and for least important- we were both Canadian. For two, we were both extremely terrified for the fate of our lovers. Neither of us could lose the boys. They were everything to us, and I didn't even have to meet Mitch to know that.

. . .

"Petey?" I looked over to him, and he immediately turned to me. "Yes, Noochems?" He responded. We were at home, just hours before the match. "You know I love you, right?" He smiled, dropping the sword he was practicing with and coming to sit in my lap. He faced me, then laid his head down on my shoulder, hugging me tight. "I love you so much more, Matty." He whispered, just loud enough for me to hear him. I just smiled and held him close to me, not sure if I'd be able to do that again after today.

"I don't wanna lose you." I mumbled into his hair. "You won't." He responded. "I don't want you to do this." I added, and he pulled away from me so he could see my eyes. "Matty, I don't have a choice. If I win this, I'll retire. I've earned the money. We can get out of here, get married, start a family, live good. I'll never step foot in an arena again." He told me. "Y-You want all that with me? Marriage? A family?" I asked, tearing up. "Of course I do. I love you more than anything." He replied with a shy smile. I smiled back, and leaned in to peck his lips. "I'll make it out of this, Noochems. I promise you, we'll live good after this." He smiled wider, got off my lap and picked up his practice sword again.

I could only hope he was right.

. . .

In a blur of my anxiety, panic, worry and stress, I was sitting beside Mitch Hughes in a suite almost under the arena. The ring was in the center of the stadium, and from where we were sitting, either of us could run out there at any point. My whole body was shaking, and my mind was yelling twenty different thoughts at once.

"Hey, dude, you okay?" Mitch sat beside me, resting a hand on my shaking knee. "You aren't usually like this, right?" He asked. I shook my head. I was used to Brandon fighting, but he's never been at risk this way.

"You know-" "Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, everything in between. Welcome to the PvP match of the century!" Mitch was cut off by an announcer's voice, and the crowd screaming and going wild. We both just turned out attention to the center of the arena, where the man with the microphone stood. "Today's battle will be one for the history books, folks. Prepare yourself for the fight everyone's been talking about... Brandon Hutt versus Jerome Aceti!