Standing before his final opponent of the night, Zane looked across the mat until his eyes landed to his rival. A man whose reputation preceded him as being ‘quick on his feet’ and ‘powerful with each hit’ had been the lead rival to Tariq, Zane’s mentor, teacher, and friend-the one foe he could never defeat within the ring. This led for Zane’s nerves to overcome him as he saw the confidence behind the eyes of his combatant, a wordless threat behind his caramel gaze.
“Knuckles up.” The referee began as Zane’s eyes happened to fall to Candace who sat upfront within the crowd, sitting on the literal edge of her seat, with Butch disinterested at her side. Recalling the feeling of her lips upon himself, a slight smirk fell on his lips-one that Bolt took as having been directed to him. Becaus
