Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter One

Zayn's POV

I never get tired of listening to the crowd chant my name, no matter how stupid the name is. It had been my best friend's idea to use a stage name for my passion so that no one could find me in the real world and try and persuade me to throw a fight or get back at me for one they lost. And it would always be because they lost, I've never lost to anyone.

"Zack Attack! Zack Attack! Zack Attack!" Over and over they chant it, the screams resonating through the small tunnel I wait in before making their way into my chest, mixing with my wild heartbeat. I had thought that Zack was too close to my real name Zayn but Harry Styles, who gave me the name had reassured me that no one would ever put two and two together.

I am being shoved from behind, jostled into the throng of fans that lined the tunnel entrance, waiting for me to enter. The room got even louder if that was even possible as I waved stupidly before putting my glove clad hands back to my sides and replaced my charmer smile with a scowl as I made my way toward the center of the arena where my opponent already stood waiting. He was nearly four inches taller than me and probably had about twenty pounds on me at least. Like myself he was shirtless but his chest and abdomen were more of a mass compared to my sculpted body that I worked very hard at. The man's name was Ralph, you know like Wreck-It-Ralph from the Disney movie? And he looked to be about thirty five to my twenty two with his bald head.

I rubbed a towel my trainer handed me through my fake dyed blond hair, it was part of my cover and would wash out tonight with three doses of shampoo. The Ring Leader we called him, his name was Louis Tomlinson and we were actually pretty good friends outside of the ring but he looked at me with the cool disinterest that he did with all of the fighters. Just like me he was playing a part in this and not only did you have to look it you had to act it.

"Fighters! Are you ready?!" He called to the arena as it erupted in shots and screams. Louis was a crowd pleaser and always made great commentary on the fights. I cast a quick glance to the shielded pits, it was where the family of fighters could sit and watch without being seen by the public. Inside was a woman about thirty in age and had two little ones with her both wearing Wreck-It-Ralph tee shirts. No doubt his family, I thought bitterly as I glanced to my side of the pit where my trainer Liam Payne sat with Harry but no one else was there. My girlfriend Gabriella didn't approve of my lifestyle, saying it was too dangerous and she would never support it so she never came to my fights. It hurt a little that I supported her at her debates for University but she couldn't find it within her to care about what I do.

"Zack? Are you ready?" Louis was looking at me with a twinge of concern while Ralph was looking at me like I was a piece of meat. I nodded my head, stuck in my mouth guard and waited for the bell. I didn't wait too long.

DING

And both of us shot like a gun toward each other, I was never one to do the circle and taunt and apparently neither was Ralph. I was much quicker than the giant and used it to my advantage, jabbing him sharply in the chin and gut before scurrying out of his reach as he swung his giant meat hands. Liam was cheering from the sidelines, coaching me while Harry just looked sick like he always did. I slipped in again and got a couple more hits on him before a huge paw struck my face and I saw stars for a second. Backing away, I put my glove to my assaulted face and rage filled me. I lost all my composure and went after Ralph with everything I had.

"You are a scrawny thing aren't you? Won't amount to much huh?"

"Can't take a hit little boy? What? Am I being to rough on you?"

"Come on you wimp! GET UP!"

"ZAYN" Liam was hissing in my ear while I held Ralph to the floor of the arena, he was passed out while I pummeled his face again and again with my glove. I went taunt and allowed myself to be pulled from the limp fighter while the medics took him off the mat while his wife shielded their children from the image of their father beaten and bloody.