§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Fight! [Chapter 19]

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January 17
1997
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"In the Left side, weighing at 123 pounds from the state of New Jersey, age 16, winning 10 rounds and is now seven to two, Nicholas Seth Greyson!!!"

The teen referee announced through the speaker on top of the bleachers with the crowd cheering and chanting.

Nick entered the boxing rink raising his fists with red boxing gloves on in the air as one part of the crowd cheered.
He had broad shoulders, muscles, light black hair, dark hazel brown eyes and black shorts and a grey tang top.

Nick was a very determined high schooler who wanted to beat anyone in his way to success.
"And now in the right side, weighing at 130 pounds from Chicago Illinois, also age 16, winning 12 full rounds and is now 12 to 0, Michael David Schmidt!!!"

Half of the other people on the audience changed as they saw a tall broad shouldered male enter the rink wearing a dark grey beanie, and dark navy blue shorts and royal blue boxing gloves having a determined grin on his face hopping on his toes side to side moving his head around snapping his neck ready for a fight.

Mike had no hair, icy blue eyes, muscles as well, along with wearing a light blue tang top, and was a tough competitor who's been training and training to become a professional boxer and beat anyone's ass.

They both then started walking up to each other giving a sharp glare into one another's eyes.
"I've been waiting a long ass time for this Schmidt... By the end of today your gonna wish you stayed in special care..." Nick spoke toward his opponent with a tempting grin on his smug face.

"Pfft, and your gonna wish you stayed in your moms ass Greyson" Mike grinned.
Nick growled under his breath at the remark his opponent has said.

Meanwhile through the crowd a teen with fluffy burnet hair was being pushed through the crowd ending up collapsing in the front of the cheering students. His emerald green eyes looked up into rink through the fence.
The only light in the room was the light shining above the rink.

The crowd then started counting down from ten.
The young burnet looked around digging his hands into his sweater nervously.
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FIGHT!
The two competitors began to fight. Nick tried to take a blow to Mikes head but he dodged pretty much every shot he did.

Nick started to get furious then swung his first back with all his might and shot his first toward his competitor.

Mike dodged then punched Nick right in the gut sending him back in pain. The crowd shouted fight numerous times and cheering every blow.

They both fought like savages for a long amount of time, except Nick looked like he was getting more of the beating with his lip bleeding, and a black eye on his right eye, Mike only had a bloody nose with dry blood and a few bruises.

Mike and Nick circled around each other like predators.
Their feet moving at a swift motion ready for one of them to attack. The young teen in the crowd looked at  the icy blue eyed 16 year old teen in particular.

Something about him made the green emerald eyed teen have something tingle in his stomach, almost like butterflies.

After moments passed Nick charged. Mike blinked then felt his opponent push him against the fence.

The teen in the crowd gasped in shock feeling bad that there was nothing he could do.
Mike growled at his opponent holding his fist back from trying to beat the shit outta him while he was against the fence.
The emerald eyes teen couldn't help it then shouted.

"Y-You got this M-Mike!!!"
The older teen in the rink against the fence then felt a shock of energy shoot through his body, then shot open his eyes kneeing his opponent.

Nick stepped back putting his left arm on his stomach. Mike stood back on his two feet wiping the blood from his lip then stepped toward Nick kicking him to the ground.

Once he collapsed Mike quickly got on top holding his opponent down pulling his fist back with a grin on his face and blood dripping from his mouth then started to punch Nick once, twice, then finally elbow locked him hearing the crowd count from one, until a voice occurred.

"Y-yea!" The younger teen in the crowd shouted pumping his tiny fist in the air.
Mike paused as he started loosening his elbow lock and turned around once he heard the voice looking through the crowd until he saw the young teen.

Both eyes met for that one moment, green meeting with blue, everything went in slow motion. The cheering seemed to have turned into a fading echo.

Not a moment later Mike was punched right in the jaw. Then a elbow right in the gut sending him off his opponent. Nick then got up and began to kick Mike right in the stomach.
The pain was endless it felt like.

The teen in the crowd gasped covering his mouth in shock, along with the crowd either cheering or screaming for him to get up.

Once Nick knees his competitor in the stomach Mike collapsed to the ground.
Nick then gets on top of of Mike elbow locking him hearing the crowd count from one as they did before.

Mike tried with all the strength left in his body to kick him off but he was told once and many times before, you can't always escape an elbow lock.
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Nick got off raising his hands in victory. Mike on the other hand was getting up wiping the new blood dripping from his nose. Some of the students from the crowd entered the rink running over to Nick lifting him up on one of their shoulders walking out of the rink.

Mike looked mad, not just normal mad but very mad. He got up taking off the royal blue gloves putting them in between his armpit then wipes the sweat from his head and stared to walk out of the rink.

As for the teen, he was left alone as the other students began to leave. He watched as the defeated competitor left the rink and sighed looking down holding his shoulder tightening his grip onto his sweater sleeve.

He later then left the room along with the other students leaving.

As Mike walked down the steps of the rink he turned around toward the exit seeing as the others left then saw the green pair of eyes, the same ones that made him distracted.

Mike clutched his fist wanting to beat the shit outta that teen who made him loose his final match against his last opponent.

The younger teen shivered as he saw a blue gaze from the shadow of the other side of the room. He looked away then exited the building.

"I'm going to kill that little bitch when I see him..."