I studied the rest of Dominic; he had on black shorts that ended a little above the knee, and wore padded fingerless gloves. His hair was pushed back out of his face; I guessed there was some gel in it now because it stayed the way it was pushed back, making it look messy.
I widened my eyes as I got sight of his right arm and back when he bounced around. I had seen his back in his room when I was running away from him, and it was only partial curled at the shoulder with a tribal tattoo. Now, though, there was more detail on his shoulder, and his sleeve was complete.
"Nice tat," Branna mused.
I growled, "We hate him, remember?"
She shrugged. "Yeah but that doesn't mean we can't say he has a nice tattoo, because he does."
I huffed. "It's new, the sleeve wasn't complete a few weeks ago."
Branna side looked at me. "Yeah, you got a good look at his body back then, didn't you?"
I growled at her, making her laugh as she reached for her vodka and Coke. I reached for my own and gulped it down. I welcomed the burning in my throat and chest since it took my mind off Dominic. Well, until I looked back up at him that is.
I blew out a breath when another lad the same height and build climbed up on the platform. He was wearing the same thing as Dominic except his shorts and gloves were a dark blue.
"That Drake kid is hot," Branna gushed.
I looked him over and agreed with her; he was hot. He had a sexy lean body, blond hair, and I could only guess that he had pretty blue eyes to match.
"Here we go," Branna beamed as she pulled me from my seat and towards the crowd.
I went with her without protest and laughed when she screamed, "Kill him, Drake!"
Drake heard this and grinned around his mouth guard, while Dominic quickly glanced down. And out of everyone, he made eye contact with me and glared like he thought I had said that to Drake.
Whatever, I was thinking it.
Dominic returned his focus to Drake and attacked him when a loud beep sounded. I gasped when Dominic landed a solid punch to Drake's face; it reminded me of when he beat up Jason and Gavin. How he fought then should have given me some indication that he did this a lot, and the fact that he rolled into school some days with bruises on his face and swollen bits of flesh everywhere. But it didn't, which was why I was still surprised to be watching him in action now.
"Come on, Drake!" I cheered, making Branna whoop and some people around us chuckle.
There was a low chant of Drake that somehow turned into The Destroyer, and that got the announcer's attention.
"Seems as though Drake has got his fighting nickname, he is The Destroyer," the voice boomed getting loud screams in return.
We started to chant 'The Destroyer'.
Drake seemed to get a boost of confidence from our chanting because he speared Dominic to the ground and began pounding on him.
"Woohoo," I cheered and clapped my hands together.
Every punch Drake landed on Dominic, in my mind, was payback for all the bullshit he had put me through since he first started school with his brother.
My smile was wiped from my face when Dominic got his leg up under Drake and kicked his body off him. Dominic jumped to his feet and kicked Drake to the floor when he tried to stand back up. Dominic pounced on him then and unleashed a series of bullet fast punches to Drake's guarded head and unguarded chest and stomach. I had seen him like this before when he fought with Gavin in school, it was like he lost it completely and went crazy with punches and other hits.
"Whoa! Nico is goin' on a bit of a rampage here, this might be over quick folks!" the voice stated.
The chant 'Rampage' was heard then, and I instantly knew that was going to be Dominic's fight nickname. It made me scowl, because it was a good nickname that suited him.
I glared hard at Dominic's back that was now covered in a layer of sweat. One punch later, and the same beep that started the fight, ended it.
Dominic got off Drake and turned his body in my direction; his eyes found me, and he glared hard at me while smirking at my shocked expression. I couldn't believe he just destroyed The Destroyer!
"Rampage wins; The Destroyer cannot continue. Give it up for, RAMPAGE!"
I scoffed while everyone around me went crazy; Dominic lifted his arms above his head in victory as he continued to smirk down at me.
I gave him the finger and mouthed, "Fuck you!"
He winked at me, which I scoffed at again then turned to Branna, who was looking between myself and Dominic with wide eyes.
"What?" I asked her.
"He purposely looked at you after he kicked the shite outta that lad. I think he has a thing for you."
I rolled my eyes. "He just wanted to make sure I saw him win. He is a cocky bastard like that," I assured her to which she shrugged in response.
When Dominic and a battered Drake got down from the platform, the voice announced two more fighters that looked older than Dominic and Drake. It continued like this for two more fights until all the fights were over. I was shocked that I was cheering and screaming when whoever I was rooting for won or lost. It was exciting in a twisted sort of way; I mean I was getting enjoyment out of lads kicking the shite out of each other but so was everyone else here. I wasn't alone; they were all just as sick and twisted as me.
When the fights were over, it was past two in the morning because aside from Dominic's fight, there were no knockouts until twenty minutes or more into each fight. Yeah, that's right, these things actually went on that long.