Haiden Cross I tried to fill my lungs with air as I fight to evade all Cristo's punches. He had not drawn a weapon yet, which led me to believe that he wanted to draw this out. Make me tired and wait for the right time to strike. I wasn't going to make him have that chance. His punches came in quick, missing my face by just a whisper. We had been fighting for more than ten minutes, I think. Wasn't sure. Couldn't exactly count the minutes when my mind was occupied with other things. One was seeing Bella as soon as possible, two to not get punched in the face. An opening. My fist collided with Cristo's jaw and the satisfying sound of my fist hitting bone curled through the air. Cristo stumbles back and spits out the blood mixed with his saliva on the ground. Shaking his head and grunting he turns his attention to me. Smirking nastily he snarls. "I'm done playing with you." The gleam of the blade suddenly in his grasp had my heart pounding. I didn't fear him, no, I feared the thought of not getting out of here alive. Wanting to live never felt like a need before until now. Now I had something, someone to live for. "I'm going to cut your handsome face into tiny little pieces." Cristo grins and the stains of yellow on his teeth made me cringe inwardly. The fuck he is. My girl loved my face, I wasn't going back to her looking like I just came from the Texas Chain Saw movie. We circled around as we look for every weakness. I lift a brow. It wasn't a good idea to mock the fucker but sometimes a little anger can make them tick, and fail miserably. "Handsome face? Sorry mate, I'm not into dicks, love me some pussy." I smirked, satisfied when Cristo's eyes turned murderous. "Then I'm going to turn you into one." He roars and lurches with the dagger in his hand, raised and ready to pierce me. Moving swiftly, I sidestep him and quickly drop my elbow harshly on his neck. He grunts, whirling around so quickly that I nearly stumbled. Maybe angering him wasn't such a good idea. I hiss when the blade tear through my t-shirt and touched my skin. The pain was bearable it just shocked me that he almost succeeded. I stumble back as the crowd roared in excitement.Great the fuckers were living off on my pain. Circling around each other again, I shook out my fist and took a stance. Fuck playing defense, I'm going for offense and striking him with every blow I can. I charge towards Cristo who had a nasty satisfied smirk. I'm going to wipe that off his damn face. Pretending to go right, he falls for it and gives me the chance to strike him. Throwing the punch on his face was as satisfying as having a hot shower. I just wanted to do it again and again. Retaliating, Cristo's knuckles slam on my stomach, knocking the breath out of me temporarily. I stagger away to catch my footing and my breathing under control but Cristo had other plans. He grunts and charges towards me. Everything goes in a blur. One second I'm standing, next, I'm looking at the dark sky. The back of my head slammed against the concrete and the pain of Cristo's fist slamming down on the bridge of my nose was painful. My vision blurs and the roar of the crowd drones out as I try to recollect my surroundings. "Fuck him up Cristo!" "Yeah skin that bitch alive!" My ears ring as my hearing comes back. I shook my head, breathing heavily. My eyes revealed Cristo's murderous face. Shit. I twist around, the blade cutting through the skin of my arm but not deep enough to worry. I grunt when the sharp blade grazes my thigh as I stood up. Cristo was relentless. He was a swift fucker for a guy his size. Usually, the bigger guys are way slower and sloppier. They leave enough room to strike and knock them out with one blow. But Cristo, he was something else. Every punch I made him eat, he just seemed to be getting hungrier for more. He was starving. It was as though he was living off on my strikes. They egged him on. How was I supposed to beat a fucker like that? I wasn't James Bond. * "I know you don't want to tell me everything but can you do me a favor?" Bella whispered, while brushing her fingers through my hair. "Anything for you baby." I smiled as I looked up at her. Her hair curtained around us and honestly, she looked like an angel. My little angel. She sighs stopping her hand movements. "Can you try to not get hurt so much when fighting those guys? I don't like to see you get hurt and I hate worrying that one day- She stops sucking in some air. My heart leaps painfully. I didn't fancy that I was worrying her and I knew I was a selfish fucker for even getting into a relationship with her knowing I was in some bad shit. But I just wanted something good in my life, something worth fighting for. Turns out that something or should I say someone was my Bella. I couldn't let her slip through my fingers. I lift my head from her lap and sit up. Giving her my full attention, I cupped her jaw tenderly. The worry in her eyes brought me pain. I hated that I was doing this to her. Fuck I shouldn't have brought her into my world. "I promise to not get hurt too much. Besides, before I had nothing worth fighting for, but now. You're worth fighting for Bella. Now I had someone to fight for." I draw her to me and took her lips into a tender kiss. Hoping I could kiss her worries away. * I groan as Cristo's blade makes contact with my stomach. I knew it was a long gash, one I'd probably need to take care of soon. But I couldn't focus on it right now. Cristo had one thing on his mind, murder. While I had one, survive this for Bella. As he lunges for me again, I took a hold of his wrist, twisting it oddly as I throw the hardest punch I could muster at his temple. That was playing dirty but right now I didn't have a choice. Cristo's body falls to the dirty ground, his face connecting to the hard concrete beneath him. The crowd goes silent, waiting to see if he'd rise back to his feet. He doesn't. I stagger, trying to regain my breathing when the crowd cheers for the winner. The winner's me. I groan when the so-called referee lifts my throbbing arm in the air. I snap my eyes to where Snake stood watching the fight. His lips were stretched into a smirk as he nodded. I won. My vision goes blurry and the ringing in my ears intensifies. Fuck I may have a concussion. Shaking my head I stumble away as I pull my arm from the man. Two steps in and I'm now kissing the ground. Black boots come into my vision. Stomping on the water and spraying it on my face. "You made me a lot of money tonight Cross." Snake chuckled as my vision turns to nothing but darkness.