Sparta ~Tommy Conlon

Chapter 34: Enemies

Tommy's POV:

So, I guess I get to fight my brother. I'm going to kick his ass, I have zero doubts about how this is going to go. When I'm through with him, he won't be able to move, I'm going to kick his ass into next week. I could hear music start playing and I rolled my eyes, that stay calm bullshit isn't going to help him. I reached over and grabbed my mouth guard, I set the dog tags in my bag that was below my feet. I put the mouth guard in my mouth and chewed on it for a moment before pulling my hood over my head. I got it to sit perfectly, and I looked up at the mirror that was across from me. I looked terrible, genuinely terrible. My eyes were raging with hate, my teeth were held tightly together, and every muscle in my body was tense. I am here to win this fight, I will win this fight, I have to get Malia back, even if it kills me. There was a knock at my door so I stood up, "Showtime," his words were mumbled in my head as I couldn't seem to focus on anything but getting Malia back. I walked out the door and glanced at all the camera's that surrounded me. I began walking towards the arena and kept my head down. I let out a couple of deep breaths as the lights went out and the spotlights turned red, white, and blue. The crowd started screaming my name as I got to the entrance. I paused and waited a few moments before pushing into the crowded walkway.

"Tommy! Tommy! Tommy!" The crowd cheered. I kept walking, everyone knew who I was now, there was no escaping it now. The lights turned on as I continued to make my way through the crowd, I kept my head down, and my hood was pulled over my head so no one could easily see my face, I slowly walked towards the cage.

"Don't do this, Tommy." A voice in my head spoke. I glanced to my left and shook it out of my head.

I took my hoodie off and then opened my mouth to reveal a black mouthguard. I nodded and then they checked me, they gave me the 'okay' so I then walked into the cage. I sent a nasty glare at Brendan and then looked away. I began pacing, I was angry, I was in upset, and I was going to hurt Brendan. Brendan started jumping up and down and when I stopped pacing, I did the same, I was leaning to one side and then the other. I didn't need my father to be here. Brendan was throwing fake punches when the middle man called us to the middle. "Gentlemen." We both walked towards the middle and anyone could feel the tension, and how strong it is right now. "Gentlemen, this is the final. I expect a clean fight." I was just staring ahead whereas Brendan was trying to make eye contact with me. "Obey my commands at all times, defend yourselves at all times. Touch gloves, go back, let's do this."

I put his gloves up and Brendan grabbed my hands. "Where's Pop?"

I turned around and walked away without saying anything to Brendan. Brendan turned and walked to Frank, he gave him a fist bump before glancing at me. I was ready to go. Brendan looked at someone in the stands and hit his elbow to his hand, as a way to try and reassure whoever it was. The middle man pointed at Brendan, "Gentleman, are you ready?" Brendan nodded and brought his hands up. He then pointed at me, "Are you ready?" I didn't respond. I brought my hands up closer to my face and circled my backhand. "Let's go to war!" He spoke before backing out of the way. Showtime...

Malia's POV:

They walked towards each other and Tommy just went to town. Punch after punch till he backed Brendan into the fence, Brendan reached for Tommy's leg but got kneed in the face. Brendan threw a punch at Tommy but missed as Tommy ducked under it and then hit his brother in the face. Brendan was trying to get away from Tommy, he even put his hand out to try and get Tommy to back off. "Relax, Brendan, relax!" Frank yelled as Tommy faked a punch and then Brendan did the same. Brendan threw another punch but it didn't hit Tommy. Tommy then nailed Brendan in the face and got his older brother with his knee. "Get out! Get out of there! Throw your hands!" Brendan hit Tommy lightly and then kicked him, he then ducked under one of Tommy's punches. "Throw your hands!" Brendan didn't move for a moment and he lost it, "Don't lose it. No, no, no!" Tommy landed another punch to Brendan's face. "Move! Move!" Frank yelled but it was too late. Tommy ran straight for Brendan and picked him up, Tommy then wrapped his arms around his older brother and they both hit the ground, Tommy was on top of Brendan and was throwing punches left and right. "Tie him up! Tie him up! Control his moves. Control his moves." I glanced at Tess and she was covering her mouth, I was at a loss of how I should be feeling right now. "Control the arms! Keep control in the arms! Breathe! You're okay! Relax! Breathe!"