Fight Club ⚣ ✓

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One more chapter left and I just- ahhhh.
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Dante

Sammy had to help me get out of the ring.

"You were amazing out there." He commented, letting me place most of my weight on him until he got me firmly planted on the ground. "But I seriously think we need to take you to the hospital."

"No!" I rushed out quickly. "I-I mean, I want to watch you fight."

Sammy's eyes softened at my words. "Let me at least find us a first aid. We'll wrap it up, then get it checked out after the award ceremony."

I gave him a nod, allowing Sammy to guide me through the windings of the the building hallways. Sammy seemed to know the building like the back of his hand, and he was able to locate the med room with ease.

My side was already turning a deep purple from where Shaun had targeted it. I hadn't even stayed around to see what had happened with him. It looks like someone had entered the ring to help him out.

All I knew was that I had done what I came to do. Beat him.

"Is this okay?" Sammy asked, gently placing some gauze where the bruise was, to add a little padding before bandaging me up. I gave him a nod, watching as his hands delicately wrapped the fabric. "I've got to go get ready for this fight, but come out when you're good and ready. Most of the team is done fighting so they'll be out there watching as well. It's time for me to settle this with Malcom."

I watched him yank his Fight Club shirt off, before tossing it my way.

"I asked them to drop the temp out there, so you might want to throw that on."

I slowly pulled the shirt over my head, working hard to remain as still as possible so I wouldn't ruin Sammy's handiwork. "Thank you." I gave him a smile. "Go wipe the floor with Malcom."

Sammy's lips twitched up into a smirk. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

As soon as he left, I released a shaky breath I didn't know I was holding. It caused pain to shoot through my injured side. "Shit!" I hissed, buckling over slightly.

"Looks like I got you good." Shaun's voice filled the room, causing my entire body to tense up. When my eyes found his, I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. He could barely keep himself up. It looks like my punch had knocked out one of his upper teeth.

"I'd say it looks like I got you good." I replied with. Seeing him like this was honestly the farthest from intimidating. It was just pitiful.

"It was a lucky shot." He replied with. My eyebrows just raised at that. He and I both knew that wasn't a lucky shot. I had sacrificed my side for it.

"What are you doing here, Shaun?" I asked, already done with this conversation before it really began. He took a step towards me.

"You kissed him. That fighter out there- Sammy. I came to teach you a lesson. Remind you of who you belong to." Before he could take another step, someone else's voice cut through.

"Dante doesn't belong to anyone." Grayson replied as he approached me. He had a sharp look on his face- like he was on high alert.

"So if there's a problem here, allow us to help address it." Kyle added, as he also joined us in the med room.

It was Shaun now, who looked caught off guard.

"I see you've made some friends." He took a step back towards the door. "They won't always be around to protect you."

"We'll see about that." Grayson replied, staring Shaun down. Those were the last words spoken before he left. As soon as he was gone, Grayson turned to me. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head. "Not outside the ring. I don't have any intentions of letting that happen again." Grayson's eyebrows furrowed at that, but he didn't push it. There was a lot I had yet to explain.

"We better get a move on, then. Sammy's fight is about to start." Kyle reminded us, as we started to make our way back towards the main arena.

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Once Sammy's feet made contact with that mat, I saw something in him switch. He no longer had that easy going smile, and simple demeanor. Oh no. The Sammy in that ring was someone else.

Him and Malcom made the referee look like a freaking ant out there. I didn't know whether or not it was fear I detected, but the ref got as far away as possible as soon as he called for round one to begin.

Sammy was the first to move. He was quicker than I could possibly ever imagine. His first hit to Malcom was blocked almost effortlessly, however. Then Malcom sent a fierce jab Sammy's way. Sammy didn't even block it, he full on dodged it.

If I had blinked, I would have missed damn near all of this first round. Sammy was fighting in an offense style I'd never seen before, with agility I'd never seen before. It was rough, yet clean at the same time. The type of fighting style you'd see on the streets, but much tighter. Malcom set up a lead hook body to a lead hook head combo, but dipped at the last moment to add a cross lead hook.

Sammy hadn't anticipated it, resulting in his body being thrown back. That hit was so hard, the noise it made when Malcoms glove made contact with Sammy's skin, echoed through the arena. It took Sammy some time to find his footing again. I was surprised he was still standing.

A hit like that would have knocked me out.

"Sammy can really take a hit." I whispered to Grayson. He gave me a nod.

"He's been working on building up that resilience. Watching him and Malcom go at it makes me realize I didn't stand a chance against him. Sammy's much quicker, yet almost none of his hits are landing. Malcom's gotten better since last year."

I glanced between Malcom and Sammy. The ref didn't even insert himself between the two, he just called for the first round. Once Sammy made it to his corner, Grayson jumped into the ring with a bottle of water and a towel. They exchanged minimal words, words I couldn't hear from my place in the crowd.

I saw Sammy nod, before Grayson left him. The fighters only had a minute between rounds, but I could've sworn it felt like seconds before round two was called. Grayson joined me again in the front of the crowd.

"He needs an opening." Grayson commented. We watched Sammy deliver neat combos, but Malcom was a different breed entirely. Every hit was either blocked or dodged. When Malcom countered with a rear uppercut, Sammy was able to block it, but he missed the following cross.

That threw Sammy to the ground almost immediately. He bounced back quickly though, shaking the hit off.

And just like that, round two was called.

"Why don't you go up there." Grayson spoke, handing me the water and towel. "I think he needs a different kind of motivation."

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