BAD BLOOD! (H.S)

VI. DISCOURTEOUS

dis·cour·te·ous

 1.showing rudeness and a lack of consideration for other people.

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Grunt and groans was all that I heard as I looked around the rang. It's pobably been about an hour and Niall was next in the ring. Well it wasn't really a ring. More like matt. It was just a levitated matt without the ropes. I stood there and watched as the newbies kept getting knocked down by the all stars. It was sad really. We were a group of probably three girls and seven boys. A group that looked pretty well fit if I was asked. The girls had what society would say the perfect body. Flat stomach, no ass, little to nothing breast, I kind of felt bad for them.

The men, oh the men were pretty buff except for one guy. He was abnormally tall, skinny, and flimsy. He wore a pair of big framed glasses and his hair was in massive curls. His eyes followed the movement of the players in the ring and he looked petrified and I wanted to laugh. My eyes went to another guy whos arms were medium sized. He had a stern look on his face. One of confidence and determination. Arms folded across his chest and I wanted to laugh also. The typical ass who thinks he's better than everyone else.

"Niall you're up, and You.." Some guy with spiked hair pointed at me." You're up next" I shrugged not really bothered. This all looked easy. Simple and basic fighting techniques that you see in movies.

Niall patted my back as he entered the ring racing another guy with staright long hair. Probably down too his back and I wondered how he worked with it. It sure has to get in the way.

Niall and the guy move around the ring, arms in a position to protect their face incase the opponent decided to surprise them with an sudden outburst. The guy teases Niall by jumping forward to take a couple of steps back scaring Niall. They circle around a few times before Niall makes the first move, running towards the guy with his fist in the air. By the time Niall gets to the guy, the guy has already figured out his intentions and blocked his hit delivering a kick to Nialls side. Niall stumbled backwards but quickly regained himself and went back into position. Niall shook his head circling around the guy once again.

"Come one little boy" The guy taunts.

"Shutup Taboo" Niall shouts before running to the guy once again. The guy was about to step aside when Niall did a double step kick. Jumping in the air before kicking the guy right in the head sending him to the ground. The guy laid motionless as Niall jumped and screamed. Happy about his victory.

"Oh shit" I mutter as a smile starts to creep onto my lips. Us rookies clapped as Niall came down from his delight.

"Ha, take that Taboo. Can I get somebody better shit" Niall laughed coming down from the ring. But before he could step down His name was called.

"Is there a problem Niall?" The instructor asked with pulled eyebrows,

"Yea, your people suck ass dude." Niall chuckled.

"Is that so" The instructor said walking around the ring. Obviously trying to intimitate Niall but he was oblivious. Niall was too pumped about his victory he hadn't notice the hole he was digging himself into.

 "Would you like to prove your statement Niall" Spiked lee ask with a smile. A sarcastic smile but of course Niall didn't pick that up.I silently prayed Niall would decline instead of being stupid.

"Don't do it, Niall don't do it" I muttered quietly hoping he heard me but was proven wrong when he answered.

"Sure" He shrugged walking up to the middle of the ring waiting for his opponent. I closed my eyes and sighed.