Victorious || Ethan Dolan

Round 33

2 Weeks Later

Ethan's POV

"Come on, Ethan. Watch those feet" Hal shouts from the outside of the ring.

The gym had more people today, training to get better at boxing. There was only a few old faces i recognized. Aside from them, all of these other guys (and two girls) were new to me.

I was sparring with Sammie, who has gotten a bit better at right hooks, i'll admit. His blocking was still awful, but i couldn't blame the kid for that.

He sent a jab to my stomach and i barely blocked it well enough for it not to hurt so bad.

The people surrounding the ring consisted of Hal, Fred, and my lovely girlfriend whom i have not had the pleasure of seeing fight just yet. Yesterday, Fred let her spar with one of the new girls, Aniya, but i wasn't here to see it.

But damn, i wish i was.

"Alright, that's enough. Dolan, out of the ring" Fred calls.

I stop and tap gloves with Sammie before getting out of the ring like i was told to. I moved the ropes out of the way and jumped down beside Y/n, seeing the glove on her right had wasn't secured, and she was struggling to do it.

"Here, babe" i say before discarding my own gloves on the floor to help her.

"My hero" she jokes, watching my fingers as they lace the foam glove up for her. I was about to ask why she had gloves on until it dawned on me that she may be sparring again today.

"Who are you fighting?" I ask, looking into her eyes. The ones that i feel like i'm blissfully drowning in everytime i look at them.

"Francesca" she says, looking over at the bags at a slightly taller girl, who she was about two years older. She was wrecking the punching bag, increasing the nerves in Y/n's stomach. "She's a beast" she says with a worried look on her face.

I pull her out of her trance by directing her eyes to me, using my hands to pull her head in my direction. "Don't worry about her. You've got this" i say, "i know you do. You're a kick ass fighter, baby. Don't think any different."

Her perfect lips pulled up at the corners into a smile, and she hesitantly nodded her head, "thanks Ethan."

I lightly pecked her lips as Hal called her to the ring, "no problem."

She nervously shook out her arms, releasing any tension before hopping into the ring. The more i looked at her, the more anxious i became.

She was dressed in black leggings that shaped her beautiful legs, and ass, perfectly. The baby blue tank top she wore over a white sports bra looked good, too.

The devil on my shoulder implanted dirty images of her in my mind from two weeks ago. The night i had asked her to be mine. It was probably the best night of my life. As of right now, i believe it will stay the best night of my life until our wedding night.

Yes, i said wedding night. At our honeymoon, in a beautiful city somewhere in Europe.

People wouldn't usually think of the guy planning ahead- but i couldn't help it. Thinking of our future together made me happy. She made me happy.

And right now, as she stands before Francesca the giant, i couldn't be more proud of her. She was in the perfect starting position, with her gloves blocking her face. Francesca was a little off on her stance, so i'm hoping she isn't actually as good as Y/n is anticipating.

"Go" Hal says. The girls circle the ring, eyeing eachother up as prey. Y/n visibly gulped in fear, seeing the larger girl come at her with a hit to the face.

"Shit" i mumble. Fred's face looked worried as hell. I would be too if my only daughter were fighting someone in the ring. "Shake it off, baby" i tell her. She rolls her head from side to side, shaking out her arms once more before pursuing Francesca, walking toward her quickly- not losing sight of where she wanted to attack.

Y/n let loose a right hook to Francesca's face, causing the larger girl to stumble a bit.

"That's what i'm talking about" i praise her, watching intently.

Your POV

Ethan's cheers from the outside of the ring made you feel more confident about your abilities. You coached Ethan to near perfection, so why were you doubting your own skills?

Francesca was relentless at the bag, but in the ring you could see her weak points more clearly. When she threw a left hit of any kind, she threw out her arm too far. The over extension could cause her arm to be thrown-out or strained.

The mouthguard covering your teeth was being bit down on so hard you thought you might puncture a hole in it. This spar was more than important to you, and she was knocking you down easily.

So you did what you thought would be best for you to do.

You stepped to her, hands ready for another block, even though you failed to block it the first time, and you punched her shoulder. And she backed off, stopping the fight with her glove up. Forcefully, she takes off her gloves and takes out her mouthguard, "ow" She says dramatically.

You roll your eyes slightly and take off your gloves to take out your mouthguard, "this is boxing. It's supposed to hurt, sweetheart" you spit back sarcastically.

She rolls her eyes and huffs, leaving the ring.

"Where are you going?" Hal asks her. She stays silent and walks back to the locker room.

"Oh well" your dad says, "you can get out, sweetie" he informs you.

You smile and get out of the ring, tugging your boyfriend's shirt toward you as everyone else breaks off to go help other boxers. "Hey, killer" you smile.

Ethan smiled back at you and traced his finger over where Francesca hit you, "does it hurt" he asks.

You lightly shake your head, not making any sound. You were just happy to be here in this moment. Being able to call Ethan yours. Being able to look him in the eyes and say "i love you."

"I love you too, babydoll" he smirks before planting a tender kiss on your lips.

The music flowing throughout the gym stopped and your dad's voice came out instead, "hands off, Dolan" he warns.

Ethan backs up with his hands in the air, showing your dad that his hands were indeed not touching you. It made you laugh a little that your dad was so protective over you that he would go to such lengths as to scold Ethan over the loud speaker.

"See you later, baby" Ethan says before backing up to the bags.

You smile and head to the actual workout area of the gym, stepping onto the treadmill so you could run.

It cleared your head, running.

It seemed like the only thing you could think about was Ethan. You snuck a glance at him through the mirror ahead of you, seeing him beat the hell out of the punching bag made your heart skip full beats.

Not only was he strong, but he was kind. Caring.

And he was yours. Your boxer, your lover, Mr. Victorious.

Word Count: 1244

This is the last part of  Victorious and i would like to thank all of you for reading my story! It means so much that you take the time to read it and comment, vote, etc. So thank you! Stay tuned for a new story soon! x

- Tay