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We all watch as he steps into the ring. Ryan is jumping around trying to get the crowd riled up, spouting shit about Jensen that’s just making the crowd angrier rather than getting any of them on his side.
“We need to watch Jensen closely,” Cash says, watching Jensen as he just stands there, his arms hanging loosely by his sides as he watches Ryan.
The fact that he isn’t jumping around and doing any sort of showmanship is a sure sign that he’s on edge more so than usual. But then again, we all know that, and we’ve known that he would be since we first mentioned the fight at the Pit.
“Aw, look, their fighter is so nervous he’s just standing there,” Ryan taunts, “it’s alright, I’ll take it easy on you.”
“Riot and Rafe, if it looks like he’s going too far, you two need to step in to pull him out,” Trick orders, looking in our direction and ignoring the shit that Ryan is spouting.
I nod; it makes sense. We’re the biggest out of our group and should be able to restrain him at least until he calms down; if it’s needed, I’m really hoping that it's not.
Ryan carries on talking shit, and I’m seconds away from stepping into the ring myself to get him to shut the fuck up when Billy intervenes.
“Ryan! Stop fucking about. No one fucking cares they came to watch the fight, so fucking fight,” Billy yells, making the crowd cheer and Ryan look embarrassed.
He glares at Billy and then instantly seems to regret it as Billy’s eyebrow raises, and Ryan looks away really quickly and back at Jensen.
Jensen still stands there, watching him closely but looking extremely relaxed. Ryan dances around in front of him, his feet moving quickly and his guard up as if he’s waiting for Jensen to strike first. Jensen never does when he fights a new opponent he waits for them to make the first move. Studying the way they fight, and how uncomfortable striking first makes them. Most fighters have a preference as to whether they would rather fight offensively or defensively. Plus, Jensen likes to drag his fights out and make them last as long as possible.
Finally, Ryan gets fed up with waiting for Jensen to make a move and strikes out in quick succession, first with his fist and then his foot. Jensen predictably dodges the punch but allows the kick to make contact. I’ve got no doubt that he’s allowed it to hit him in order to see how much power Ryan has, and by the way, his eye lights up, I’m going to guess that he’s got enough to keep Jensen at least entertained for a short amount of time.
The crowd never likes it when Jensen takes them out too quickly, but Jensen doesn’t give a shit; he just shrugs his shoulders and says if you want a longer fight, give me a better fighter.
Finally, Jensen moves, and the crowd cheers, knowing that this is when the real fun begins. The grin on Jensen’s face is dark, and Ryan’s cocksure smirk is starting to falter. Watching Jensen fight is incredible; he never misses a beat, his focus never wavers, and his feet never stumble, which is a surprise because in normal, everyday life, Jensen can trip over air. As Jensen continues to block all of the hits and kicks that Ryan attacks him with, Ryan’s face becomes more serious and his fighting becomes more intense.
I think there’s a good chance that he’s realized how out of his depth he is. I must say that he can at least fight; he wasn’t bullshitting that, he’s not as good as he was claiming, but he’s not bad either. Of course, that will make no difference to Jensen. It just means he’s going to play with him for a bit longer before he ends it.
I keep watching the fight closely, making sure that Jensen is still entirely in control; he seems to be starting to let more and more hits land on Ryan, which is a sure sign that he’s beginning to fight instead of play.
“I think he’s starting to fight now,” Luc comments, his eyes not moving from the fight. We’re all watching him closely; we won’t allow him to lose control.
“Ryan’s starting to get a bit aggressive with it as well. He’s probably realized he’s going to lose a lot of money,” Cash replies.
We don’t let the fighters place their own bets, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t get other people to place bets for them. We already know from what his brother said that he has a lot of money on the fight, and I’d be willing to bet that Ryan had him put some money on himself.
“He’s going to get sloppy if he doesn’t calm himself down soon,” Trick muses.
Sure enough, Trick’s right. The angrier he gets, the more of Jensen’s hits are being let through, and Jensen is taking full advantage of the fact that Ryan is letting his emotions get the better of him. I see the moment that Jensen has had enough.
Ryan’s eyes widen as Jensen properly starts to fight, his hits making blood spurt everywhere, and I wince slightly as he lands a hit on Ryan’s cheek that I’m sure will have cracked his cheekbone, at least, if not completely broken it. Jensen’s not escaping without his fair share of hits and has a split lip himself, as well as most likely a black eye, but the difference between his injuries and Ryan's is pretty severe. Even though Jensen has only just started to fight properly, Ryan is still pretty fucked up.
I uncross my arms and shift forward slightly as Jensen lands a right hook followed quickly by an uppercut, and then he sweeps his leg, taking Ryan’s feet out from under him. Ryan lands heavily on the floor, but before he can recover, Jensen’s on him; they grapple on the floor for a brief moment before Ryan says something to Jensen that I’m too far away to hear, but the effect that it has on Jensen is intense.
He loses complete control.
Punch after punch strikes Ryan in the face as blood splatters all over Jensen’s face, making him look incredibly macabre. He should’ve stopped by now.
“Riot, Rafe get in there,” Trick says urgently.
We don’t need any more instruction; if he hadn’t told us to get in there, then I would be going in anyway.
The crowd is still cheering like crazy, completely unaware that Jensen has lost it and will probably kill the fucker if we don’t get to him in time.
I pull him off Ryan and duck as he swings for me; I keep him occupied, making sure that his focus stays on me as I focus on blocking the hits. If I start fighting back, it will only escalate things; it only takes a moment before Riot has him in a bear hug, and yet he still struggles.
“Jensen!” I yell when he still fights in Riot’s arms. Thankfully, my yell gets through to him, and he glances at me and sighs heavily, his chin dropping to his chest as he takes some deep breaths.
I share a look with Riot, who’s now holding him up more than restraining him.
