Kingston
Iwalk out to the cage as the announcer calls my name.
“In the black trunks, we have Kingston ‘Hurricane’ Storm,” the man bellows through the mic and the crowd goes wild. I can even hear my family all the way at the top. Dante helps with my gloves and puts my mouthguard in and I stand in the center, waiting for Lane.
“In the red trunks, we have Lane ‘Savage’ Gage,” the man yells and I swear the crowd gets louder. Lane walks into the cage with a smirk on his face.
“Gentlemen, the rules are….”
I don’t hear the rules, I’m focused on Lane, glaring at him, thinking about what I want to do with him.
“Gentlemen, knock gloves,” The ref instructs. I reach out, but Lane refuses and the ref signals to start the round. The bell sounds and we start the song and dance.
We circle each other around the cage, neither of us talking or taking a shot for a bit until he breaks our silence.
“You ready to lose, old man?” he taunts me.
“We both know I’m not old. Ask Briar.” I know that will piss him off but I can’t help it and anger will get the best of him.
He steps forwards and tries a cross hook but I guard, countering with a jab to the gut and a knee to the face. Lane stumbles back, wipes his lip and sneers at me. His rage showing, he tries a combo attack, but I know his moves and I catch his uppercut and swipe his legs out from underneath him, taking him to the mat. I get him in an armbar, but he gets loose, rolling away from me. I go for him again, knocking him down and kicking him in the stomach. I’m about to go for a choke hold when the bell signals the end of the first round.
As he walks away, I can’t help it, “That was easy, Lane. You suck.” I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears, he’s so pissed. He’s used to knocking his opponent out in the first couple of minutes. I’ve lasted a whole round.
“That looked like child’s play. If he is going to continue like that, just take him out,” Dante says, pouring water in my mouth so I can swish it around and spit it out. Lane’s barely touched me.
“He’s stronger than he looks,” I tell him as he puts my mouth guard back in and the bell sounds.
“Are you tired yet? I’m bored,” Lane fake yawns as we start our face off.
“Not a chance, Lane.”
“Once I’m done with you, I’ll take care of the other competition,” he says, and I’m confused.
“What?”
“Remo and Holden, even Tristan. They all love Briar. You just don’t see it,” Lane states.
I might have seen that in the beginning, Holden being taken with her, but he cares for her like a sister. Same with Tristan and Remo. Lane is lying, he just wants to rattle me.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe what you want. I’m going to destroy you and everyone close to you, even Embry. She was easy. If you really knew her, you would know she’s more twisted than me and hates you,” he snarls.
“Fuck off.”
“I’m going to fuck Rose tonight, while you are in the hospital. She will forget all about you. She’s probably already fucked Holden,” he snarls.
I jump on him, hitting him in the face with all the rage I feel in my body.
Lane wipes the blood off his with a grin, “Now we have a fight.”
He punches back, swinging his arms trying to connect, landing one in the ribs. I lurch forward and knock him down again, catching him in the eye as he goes down. As he lands, I swing my leg down on him, hitting him in the stomach. He goes for my legs, but I side step before landing on top of him. I punch him so hard in the jaw my own hand hurts. I wrap my arms around his neck, dragging him around the mat. I put all my weight into keeping him there, cutting off his air supply.
“Tap out.”
“Never,” he croaks.
He is struggling, but he’s getting weaker. I keep my hold until finally he blacks out. The ref counts and tells me to let go, but I don’t. Not until Hayes taps me on my shoulder and I finally let go.