Chapter 22

Slam.

Aurora winced when his hand made contact with is opponents face. Another hit to the gut sent the man to the ground. A final hit to his jaw and the man was out cold.

The referee took his wrist and lifted their hands to the air, pointing at him. The crowd went wild, screaming and crying out his name like he was some sort of hero.

And perhaps he was, inside that ring, he was a different person entirely. He moved with grace and calculation, his blows were unpredictable and swung with an intent. Ryan was a force to be reckoned with and everybody knew that.

"Our winner for tonight's preliminary match, Cutthroat!" The referee announced loudly making the crowd go wild.

She arched a brow, giggling softly when Ryan pumped his fist in the air. Another came up the ring with a towel and a bottle of water, they interacted for a short moment before climbing down the ring.

Aurora giggled even harder, clutching her now empty glass, "Sandy," She drawled, catc