Alex Rider/ Spencer Crossover

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Boston, Massachusetts

Alan's Boxing Ring

A man fighting in the ring. Looks 20 but his eyes tell a different story. Hawk told me that I had to watch this kid. Right now he was getting the crap beaten out of him. He had no teacher with him which made it even harder to watch. He had a swollen lip and a light black eye. He was going up against a 200 LB guy. Brown hair, brown eyes. It seemed unfair since a more experienced person was going up against a newbie. I seemed to be the only one who seemed to care.

"What do you think?" Hawk asked me. I continued to watch the man.

"He's doing nothing," I said to Hawk a little interested now. He had been blocking not throwing a single punch.

"That's the point," Hawk said smiling. I continued to watch than the that was punching the smaller man had grown tired. The man punched the guy, knocking him out for a while. Everyone was speechless, that included me. The fight was over and Hawk was smiling. The man has left the ring. I could see him better. Well built, blond hair and brown eyes.

"Come on Spencer. I want you to meet him." We walked to the locker room. Right away we heard yelling.

"You're going to pay for that punk." A low voice said. Hawk and I ran into the locker room to see the man and a new man. Big and wearing an expensive suit. The other man was still wearing his boxing clothes. He looked horrible.

"What's going on," I said intervening before anything would happen.

"None of your businesses." The man said. He walked out of the room. I went over to the man as he sat down on a bench. Hawk went over to him.

"You did good kid. Could make it to the big time in no time at all." Hawk said. I looked at the man and saw that he looked really tired.

"What was that all about?" I asked him.

"Nothing. He wanted me to throw the fight and I couldn't do it." He said sounding tired.

"Well. I am glad you didn't. Now you might be in for some trouble." Hawk said. I nodded my head.

"Yeah. Hawks right. What's your name?" I said.

"Alex, Alex Rider."

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