Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 29

Your POV

The bell rang, signaling the start of the fight. Collin's legs carried him in a circular motion, Ethan doing the same just to keep the distance.

"Get in there" Your dad yells as he stands to the side. Hal was watching, observing the two fighters. You sat in your seat, nerves racking your entire body while people around you shouted for Collin to kill the newbie.

Collin moves toward Ethan and swings, hitting him right away. Ethan takes a step back and shakes his head, ridding it of the pain.

You've never actually been in a real fight, but you could imagine the pain of a hard hitter's glove directed at your face. Ouch. Ethan stepped forward only to be bombarded with three punches from Collin. One to the face, the ribs, the stomach.

You heard the contact force everytime They unleashed hits on eachother.

It was agonizing to watch. Ethan's stance wasn't confident. Nor strong. He wasn't in it. His heart, his mind, they were elsewhere.

Question is; where were they?

Ethan's POV

It's only been a minute and Collin has hit me four times. The bastard had a mean right hook, let me tell ya.

"Hands up, Ethan, get in there" Fred yells.

I advance forward with my right foot, leaning a little and extending my arm to launch it forward, punching Collin in the shoulder.

He just glared at me- it was nothing to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Fred's voice was the only thing i could hear over the millions of voices surrounding this ring. But i could agree in wondering what i was doing.

I'm not like this.

I'm not some lovestruck kid who gets into an argument with a girl and loses all of his chances. I'm not about to show the world that i'm a little bitch because Y/n and i had a minor altercation. No way.

Collin's smirk around his black mouth guard was wiped away with my glove as it made hard contact. I felt the impact through my entire arm. It felt good.

"That's it, watch the footing" Hal says.

I didn't have to watch it anymore, really. Just step with alternate feet like Y/n had told me to.

Collin had his hands up in defense, blocking his face as he backed up onto the ropes, a way of getting out easy.

The ref pushed me back lightly from Collin and i stayed a clear five feet from him until he got off the ropes. "Off the ropes" his trainer says.

Collin nods his head and steps forward to me, pushing a hard hit to my left eye.

The pulsation of rushing blood was felt immediately. His right arm jabbed my left ribs four times just before the bell rang, ending the round.

The breath in my lungs was gone, and it hurt to get it back. Scooter was right about those rib jabs.

"Come on" Fred beckons me over to my corner and sitd me down on the stool, "what the hell are you doing out there, kid?"

Hal cleans up the sweat off my face and i see a trace of blood on the towel, assuming it was coming from below my eye where Collin hit pretty hard. Fred takes out my mouthguard allowing me to speak, "He's too good" i admit, glaring at Collin from where i sat.

Fred slapped the side of my face, "hey, eyes on me" i listen and focus back in on him.

"You need to use prediction, okay? Watch his elbows, his shoes. You've got this" Fred says to me, giving me water as he talks.

I nod along. But there was no way i was going to win this fight. Not against a world heavyweight champion when i've barely had three smaller fights. It's unethical. It's crazy.

"I need to talk to Y/n after the next round is over" i demand. Fred's eyebrows furrow, and he looks behind me and looks at her, i presume. All he can do is nod before the ref is asking us if we're ready so we could get the fight going again.

He puts my mouthguard back in and makes me stand so he can take the stool, and they slide out of the ring.

Collin's wicked smirk from across the ring makes me sick to my stomach. As if he know how he's about to tear me apart limb from limb. And it's only the second round.

Ding Ding

His hands immediately come up in fight mode while i stay loose with my hands at my hips.

Fight with prediction.

If he's right handed, he'll step with his left foot first. I casually glance at his feet and watch him advance forward, on his left foot. Collin heads to me quickly, extending his right arm, missing because i ducked his hit.

His face becomes fuming red as i punch his side, then his jaw when he turns his head. "That's it, there you go" Fred says at the corner block.

I relished in the excitement of hitting him. So much so, that i didn't see the next punch coming.

Within seconds, i was falling to the ring floor, a throbbing pain throughout my temple. My head felt like it was about to explode.

My right shoulder took the fall as i landed on it, laying on the ring floor for a few seconds until the ref came to my side.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asks.

I open my eyes and see a blurry figure, "y-yeah" i stutter, realizing i couldn't see shit. I was not actually okay.

"Can you stand?" He asks.

I nod my head without fully knowing if i could stand on my own. But i tried.

The power in my body was gone. I had never been hit so hard in my life, and of course this had to be the time that i was. I lifted myself up on my knees and hands, then brought my knee to my chest and stood warily, wobbling a bit at the knees.

The crowd cheered as i stood to my feet. I could barely see individual faces, but i could make out Y/n, standing at the corner of the ring with her dad, gripping his arm tightly. I could just imagine the shock and worry etched on her beautiful face.

The ref moves from me, and immediately Collin backs me into the corner, punching at my ribs like it was his job.

I mean it kind of is, but... whatever.

Shooting pain on the sides of my abdomen came racking my body and i fell at the mercy of his punces.

As i fell, the bell rang again.

Fred barrelled into the ring and pulled me up with him, bringing me to the corner. I could see clearer now. Not by much, but i could make out facial features.

Fred's concerned face was coming through loud and a little clear.

"Stay with me, kid" he says as he treats the wounds on my face.

Y/n appears in my line of vision and her hand is convering her mouth, a shocked gasp coming from it. "Ethan" she says with a wavering voice. 

Fred finishes cleaning my face and leaves the ring. "How bad is it" i ask. I couldn't look at her.

"All your healed cuts are open again" she says, crouching down to my level.

Up close, i could see everything. Her beautiful face made me regret anything bad i ever said to her. Whether it was already forgiven and forgotten, or not. "I'm sorry" i say to her.

She slings her arms around my neck and hugs me tightly, careful of my ribs. "Don't be" her ridged breathing made me realize how worried about me she was.

"Kick his ass, Ethan" she tells me. "I love you" she whispers in my ear just before kissing my lips for half a second, careful of the watchful eyes everywhere.

"I love you too" i tell her.

She smiles at me and slides out of the ring, taking the stool when i stand.

Round three.

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