You walked in a dank room. A big room full of people. It was an underground illegal fight club. Y/c was a fighter here, and today was his match. Every time he would fight, you would be scared out of your wits. You'd always beg to stop the foul games of fighting, but he never would, he said that was who he was, take it or leave it. You had countless fights between the two of you about this. So you being the worried girlfriend came to every match. Your friends came with you because once they found out y/c was a fighter in an underground fight they weren't going to risk your life.
As soon as you walked in, the next match started. The matts were caged, so the fighter couldn't leave. They would fight to the death, or if someone would be knocked out. Tap outs were not in rule.
"Up next is y/c!" Screamed the announcer.
Y/c walks in the cage, the door locks. Everyone screams his name in chants." Y/c, y/c, y/c!" They'd scream.
"His component is Kringol!" A made up name by this guy with name of Chris. He thought it'd be cool for a made up name.
Chris came looking tough and all. The doors lock.
"On the count of three you may begin. 1,2,3...Fight!"
Y/c runs towards Chris but Chris hits him square in the face.
You gasp.
"He's going to be alright. He always goes through." Y/f1 says.
You gulp hard and nod, only glancing at her and never taking your eyes off the caged match.
The fighting continues. Chris has the upper hand and he's pounding on y/c.
You couldn't breath. Breathing meant living, something y/c wasn't doing.
Another hit after another, and you felt like you knew that y/c was going to get knocked out and you had to go to the hospital.
"Y/c!" You scream for him.
He finally looks at you, all you see is blood engrossed in him.
"Get up." You whisper, not sure if he can even hear you from the screaming crowd.
That's what it took, encouragement from you. Chris hits in midair about to hit him in the face, but y/c catches his hand and throws him over, he lands in the cage. Y/c hastily gets up, bruises all over his face and body. Y/c punches him in the side. They start battling. One second y/c has the upper hand the next Chris does.
One hit from Chris and y/c catches his hand and in another he pushes him hard. Chris spits out blood, the next thing you know y/c kicked him in the face, letting his arm go, and Chris flings to a wall. After that he doesn't get up.
After the 10 second count y/c is pronounced as winner. They take Chris out who finally woke up form a jug of ice cold water.
You breathed. You couldn't but hold your breath the whole time.
Y/c jumps off the the cage and goes to his coach.
Your friends say there farewells to you. It was pushing into 2am, and tomorrow was final exams. You walk up to y/c. You couldn't do this anymore.
"Hey." Y/c says happily and tries to give you kiss on the cheek, but you move out the way." What's wrong?" He asks.
Tears were prickling in your cheeks." Stop fighting." You say simply, but sadly because you knew the answer.
"Y/n, you know my answer already. No, this is my life. I need the money."
"You know, you can get a normal job."
"This is all that I know how to do."
"Getting beat up. That's what you know how to do!" You yell.
"Yes!" He says harshly back.
"Fine. Choose then. Me or fighting till you die one day."
"I can't choose. Why can't you respect that."
"I'm done." You say shaking your head and looking down, crossing your arms.
"Wait what do you mean?" He says scarcely.
"It means if you can't choose, I'll choose for you. Goodbye y/c." With that you walk away.
"Y/n!" He yells trying to grab ahold of your arm, but you move to quickly as you run through the crowd, crying.
"Go to her son." His couch was there the whole time." You shouldn't be in this world, this fighting world. I've been trying to get you out of here since the beginning and now you have a valid reason. Her, you don't want to lose her, because once she's gone, she's gone."
"Yeah, how would you know." He says with tears in his eyes.
"I made a stupid decision and took fighting. Which lead me into a coma for 6 months. Broken hip and a broken heart. About a decade ago, I found out she got married and had kids, that could have been me. Now look at me, I'm still in the world."
"What if y/n's not even the one? I'd be wasting my time."
"Do you truly believe that?"
"No." He says sadly." I know she is."
"So why lose her from your finger tips?"
He doesn't answer.
"If you truly love her, go after her right now, or you'll never see her again. I never left this world because this is my world, I live here. I was born in it, you weren't so go you idiot and don't come back."
He smiles and runs after his dream, y/n. When he runs out the cold crips of a New York lights and gentle snow come down. The alleyway contained of one single girl. Y/n.
"Y/n!" He yells and runs for her.
She turns with a surprised face." Y/c." She says confused.
Before she can continue he kisses her swiftly. He lifts her up int he air, never disconnecting there lips. After a while he pulls back with a grin.
"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I'll stay with you if you're fighting."
"No, baby. I'm done. I choose you, I can't be without you."
"Really." She says astonishment.
"Yes, and I'm never second guessing you." His forehead pressed against hers." Now shut up and kiss me."
She giggles and connects there lips together.
