Mason

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"𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤. 𝕊𝕠 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕥."

-𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕤

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"We have our first opponent, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, standing at five foot ten, he's a newcomer, let's hear it for Diesel!" The announcer's voice boomed, though the majority of the crowd booed as the man made his way out, walking through the tightly pressed bodies to some fast-paced song, looking as cocky as ever. He was pretty well built and had a large tattoo covering the side of his bald head. Though I had never met him, it was easy to see that he was quite full of himself. "Now we have everyone's favorite, coming in a two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle, standing above the rest of us at six foot six, the all-time champion, Assassin!" The cheers of the crowd grew immensely making me cover my ears with my hands. I wouldn't be surprised if I had lost a minimum of thirty percent of my hearing by the time we left tonight.

My eyes instantly focused on the form moving through the crowd and like the announcer said, he towered over everyone around him. His face was stoic as he made his way to the ring, pulling himself up and easily climbing through the thick ropes. Miles climbed up onto the ring along with him, though he stayed on the other side of the ropes, leaning over to speak to Alex. Yet, I couldn't focus on much else aside from Alex, who stood there half naked, all of his tattoos on full display. He was practically a work of art. "You might want to quit drooling," Nico muttered, nudging my shoulder with his.

I turned my head to look at him. "I wasn't drooling," I said defensively, Though I raised my hand to make sure that I actually hadn't, Nico chuckled and shook his head. The announcer went over the rules though I wouldn't say that there really was any. Basically, all he said was don't bite one another and no junk grabbing. He climbed out of the ring.  Alex and his opponent who was quite smaller than him began to circle the ring in sync. Diesel, I wonder if that was his actual name, for his sake, I hope not. Anyway, he swung first, aiming for Alex's face which he easily dodged only to uppercut him right in the jaw making him stumble back. They went back and forth with each other, Diesel attempting to hit Alex over and over, only for him too easily step out of the way each and every time which clearly pissed the bald dude off. 

His face was bright red, anger clear on his features while Alex seemed slightly bored. Once again, he swung and one again, he missed. Only this time, Alex swung back knocking him back with one hit. His body fell limply to the floor causing a roar of cheers to explode. Alex's lips held a slight smirk as the announcer lifted his arm up announcing him as the winner. His gaze fell on the crowd, he had scanned the entire crowd when his face suddenly held a look of confusion as his eyes snapped back to where Nico and I were standing. His jaw clenched tightly as he focused on the two of us while Nico began tugging on my hand.

I tore my gaze away from Alex's penetrating glare to look at Nico who looked like he was just about to shit himself. "What's wrong?" I asked, my forehead crinkling in confusion.