Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Five: None of Your Goddamn Business {Cole}

Chapter Five: None of Your Goddamn Business {Cole}

Five Days Later

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks this girl has been annoying me.

Even now, as I look out from the hallway leading to the lockeroom, seeing Ellie's laughing form sitting beside Scarlett.

Her blonde hair flows down her shoulders in big waves, her jeans and plaid flannel over a t-shirt, and her face painted in simple make-up that has the guy next to her glancing over every second.

"Ready, man?" Sebastian asks, clapping a hand down on my shoulder.

"Yeah," I say, looking toward the ring.

The music begins blaring, a song I've never heard before. Then, the opponent, strutting and flexing, dances around the ring. He shows off his physique, which is impressive, sure.

But he's smaller than I am.

I have the advantage here, buddy.

He gets to his side, and I look around at the crowd. It's about even, really. About half of the crowd stands and cheers for him; the other half wait for me.

My music starts playing, and the sitting begin standing, everyone in the building on their feet for one fighter or the other. Including Ellie and Scar, both standing as they wait for me.

Scarlett sings the opening lines, passing an invisible microphone to Ellie, who pushes her hand away as she laughs.

"What are you waiting for, dude?"

I shake my head, clearing my thoughts and walking out toward the ring. As I move out of the hallway, the crowd erupts even louder, but I keep my eyes on the guy dancing around the ring, waving me off with his arms.

You're gonna regret that.

The official opens the cage for me, and I step inside, climbing the stairs. Outside, Sebastian talks to me.

"He's quick, but not very strong with his hits. They're wild, big swings. The only real damage he can do is get a bunch of hits at once, but you can't let him get that close. Keep him at a distance. End it quick."

I nod, slipping my mouth guard in and rolling my shoulders.

"Oh, no pressure, but uhm... You have an audience today. Don't fuck it up." Nodding again, I jump up and down a little, getting my blood flowing. The guy on the other side, Roman, I believe is his name, dances around wildly, interacting more with the crowd than anyone I've ever seen.

He doesn't really do much to get his blood flowing, though. He just shows off and flexes. If he doesn't limber up any, he'll be easy to catch off guard.

The official calls us both in and tells us the rules before giving us both the okay to head back to our corners.

Roman holds his gloves up, waiting for me to touch them. I raise mine just as he laughs, and walks away. A brief flash of embarrassment, and then anger rush through me.

You're really going to regret that, fucker.

As soon as the ref clears us to fight, he races for me, fist cocked back and ready to swing. I wait, letting him come to me. When he reaches me, he swings. I dodge it, moving so that I'm in the center of the ring. He races for me again, and I do the same thing.

The anger is clear on his face and he tries to cuss me through his mouth guard.

This time, he stalks up slower, waiting for my attack.