Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 26

Your POV

As Ethan's entourage, you and your dad got to sit beside Ethan at the press conference. The long table on the raised stage held from left to right; You, Ethan, your dad, and at the other table; Jeff Kyler, Collin, and another guy.

The seats on the floor in front of you were all filled with press and news people, sports talkshow people, you name it.

"Mr. McClarky and Mr. Dolan will now be taking questions" Jeff says to the open press, smiling fakely at all of them.

The people stood on their toes, trying their best to get good pictured and recordings of what Ethan and Collin were prepared to say.

"Ethan" and "Collin" were all that could be heard throughout the large room.

"You in the green" Jeff says, pointing to a younger woman toward the middle of the crowd.

She speaks almost immediately, "Ethan, why would you take this fight knowing Collin is known for knocking out his opponents in the first round?"

You avert your attention a sangfroid Ethan. He was playing it cool on the outside, but you could feel the anxiety radiating off of him. He then spoke, "i figured it would be a good way to see what lies ahead for me in this industry. Have a little fun, maybe."

"Good" your dad says softly to him.

The whole way to this room, he was scolding Ethan on how pertinent it is that he keeps his cool.

"Collin, what made you pick a fight with a boy from New Jersey?"

Your eyes glance down the table, locking with Collin's unintentionally. He was looking for Ethan's but caught yours instead. "I saw a video of him kicking ass in one amateur fight and thought he would be good to have a rounds with" he smirks wickedly.

You could picture the sickening thoughts dripping through his mind. Images of him beating the living shit out of Ethan.

"Ethan! After being hospitalized just days before this fight, how are you feeling about fighting again?"

How the hell did they know he was in the hospital? Damn nosey press.

"I am one-hundred percent okay with fighting. I won't let a couple scrapes and bruises stop me." He smiles at the press, probably feeling more comfortable knowing they weren't getting personal.

"Hey kid, i heard your pops left, too" Collin says out of nowhere.

You glanced at Ethan, shock written on your face. Your dad had the same expression, "don't act on it Ethan. He's just trying to get to you."

Ethan calms himself quickly, just enough to answer, "yeah he did."

Ethan's POV

Fucking bastard.

Just had to bring him up.

"At least you've got that pretty little girlfriend of yours to keep you company" he taunts.

The glare on my face, and laser eyes, i couldn't help from happening. It just happened. My eyes were squinted at him, and my heart was racing with rage.

"What's your name again, Sweetie" he asks Y/n with a large smirk on his crusty ass lips. He reads the name plate in front of her, "Y/n?"

His manager taps his arm, signaling that that was enough. But i didn't think it was. Not from me, at all. My fists were curled on the top of the table in anger. i felt nothing but rage and anxiety until Y/n's hand lightly places itself on my thigh. As if she were saying to calm down, no need for words.

“Uh, pink shirt” Jeff calls out to a woman in the back.

Her short blonde hair framed her hollowed cheeks and flushed complexion. “Is there any tension between the two of you, maybe outside of the ring?”

“No” I answer almost immediately, remembering what Fred had mentioned about showing agitation.

“Are you sure” Collin asks.

I could sense the smug smirk on his lips. My eyes dart to him, glaring so much it hurt. “Yes, I’m perfectly sure” I scowl.

“Then maybe you wouldn’t mind if I ask your little girlfriend out, now would you?”

I pushed out my chair and stood to my feet, being held back by Fred. I wasn’t ready to hit him yet, but I must’ve looked like it. Fred and I retaliated at the same time, him saying “hey, that’s my daughter” and me saying, “you fucking wish.” He was getting to me… fast. The tension was dense in the air. I could feel it weighing down my shoulders.

The woman who asked the question had sat down, and all eyes were on us. “Touch her and I’ll kill you” I seethe in a whisper. Fred’s eyes darted to me, wide with shock and fear. All I could see was Collin’s face as he laughed and stood as well.

“You won’t be able to touch me in the ring, what makes you think you’ll be able to outside of it?” He torts. My skin crawled at the thought of losing to those stuck up prick.

“I’ll show you” I threaten, feeling the anger subside as Y/n pulls me from the table, out to the hall. Fred was still inside, dealing with all of the questions, because he was better at it than I.

We stopped in the middle of the large hallway. It was made of concrete and cinder blocks, almost like basement walls. They were painted white while the floors were a dark grey cement.

“Are you fuckin insane” she asks, shoving the palm of her hand into my shoulder. “You realize how wrong it is to threaten someone while the press is sitting there, E?”

I stayed silent, watching her lips move quickly as she yelled at me.

“Answer me” she demands.

“He was talking about you” I defend. “You know how I get when that happens” my feet walk toward her, my right hand taking grasp of her left hip. “It drives me fucking crazy-in a bad way” her body jolts a bit as it makes contact with that wall behind her.

Her breath leaves her mouth quickly and she glances around the completely vacant hall, “Ethan… bad press can be detrimental to your career.”

I shake my head, “I don’t care.” Her eye turned soft, no longer scoldful. “If I could, I would forfeit all of this and go home with you.” A small blush invades her cheeks and I lean forward, kissing her nose gently. “But I can’t, so tonight I will be victorious and kick Collin’s ass” I say, making her giggle.

“And I’ll be right there, cheering you on.” She says with a cute smile on her face.

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