Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 1

(A/N: lol get it? Round? Cause it's boxing? No? Okay... enjoy, babies. x)

Ethan's POV

Left... Right... Left... Right... Up... Down... Block... Block...

"Come on, Ethan. Left." I do as he says. Hal, my trainer, he's a bit on the bossy side. Especially when it comes to training.

Eat right. Train daily. No distractions.

It was all easy for me. I've been doing it for years. I'm only seventeen, but it's a second nature for me to eat right and train. The distractions are naturally non-existent.

I don't go out to have any distractions at all.

"There you go" he encourages as i upper-cut the gloved hand he held out. We were working on core training and targets. His hand came to my face in a punch and i leaned, blocking it perfectly. "Good job." He says, holding up his right hand for me to jab quickly. 

"Foot work" he says, noticing i was barely moving my feet. "Gotta stay moving, Ethan. You cannot let someone corner you" he stops and holds my head between his gloves, "you got that?"

"Yeah" i say, the words coming out muffled behind my bite guard.

"Alright, take a break" he says, taking off his gloves. He got out of the ring and set them on the bench, heading to the other boxers in the gym, making sure they were punching correctly, careful not to break their wrists.

That's a boxer's worst fear.

I slip out of the bouncy ring and pull of my gloves, moving my fingers to try and get some circulation moving from being in a curled fist position too long.

The dense warm air of the gym made a guy sweat out so much water, you'd think he'd been in the desert for years. I grasp my water bottle with one hand, and remove my bite guard with the other. I take a sip of the water, feeling the hydration overcome the dry feeling in my throat. It felt nice.

"Dolan" Fred yells from the front of the gym. My head snaps to look at him. He had a hand in his pocket, the other signaling me to go over there.

I head over quickly, seeing that he was with three other people. Fred was the manager of the gym. He worked to get us boxers into fights.

"Ethan, my boy, this is John, Kevin and Nicholas. They are all here to observe you for future fights" he introduces.

"Wow, um hello" i say awkwardly, shaking their hands with a firm grip.

"Pleasure to meet you, Ethan" John says. Kevin and Nicholas look around the gym, not really paying attention to me. It seemed like they were only here because they had to be. Because they were scheduled to. They weren't here to see me, they were here to please their boss when they report back to him.

John continues to talk, "we heard you were the best in New Jersey, so we had to see for ourselves" his smile seemed welcoming and slightly intimidating. The man could make or break my future.

"Really? Uh, thank you, Sir" i say, looking back at Fred.

He clears his throat, "Wanna show them some moves?"

"Yeah, sure" i say back, heading to the guys who were training on the punching bags. "Sammie." He immediately stopped and looked to me, "ring" i tell him.

He was always my sparring partner. We were the same weight, no one else was in my weight class. His light-skinned complexion went well with his dark hair. But his eyes were green, like dark grass.

"We're gonna spar for those guys over there. They wanna set up some fights" i tell him as we put on our gloves, lacing them with our teeth because our other hands were gloved, either way they needed to be laced tightly so they supported our wrists.