"Zane!" Shane called as he watched his boyfriend drop violently against the mat. Shane watched as Gavin slid into the cage and leaned over Zane. "Get up!"

Zane groaned and as Gavin counted out loud a "One", Zane sat up. Gavin gave him a nod and slid back out as Zane stood. Zane rolled his shoulders and put his gloved hands up to his face. He was going to conserve his energy this round and keep the calm rhythm, then he would knock out Jason in the next round. HE kept his arms up the whole time, letting himself gather the punches.

He kept a level head to gavin's surprise, and he wanted to yell at Zane to simply knock Jason out now. But, he also knew that Zane wouldn't be satisfied with how fast the fight ended if he simply knocked out his opponent. It had to be fun to Zane, Gavin knew that, but watching Gavins favorite fighter sucking in all the punches like a sponge killed him on the inside. Gavin could already see the bruises welting up on Zanes stomach and arms. He knew something was off about the kid Jason, and he knew that Zanes caution was validated. Jason was cleared in the popup drug test, he doubted that Jason faked the drug test, as he had no advance knowledge of it. Yet, something was defiantly wrong, and Gavin had the same suspicion of Zane. There was something in the gloves.

Gavin slid back into the cage and called the round, and both boys went to their respected corners. Gavin watched, and held back a laugh, as Shane hugged his boyfriend then slapped him on the back for not fighting back. He watched Chance point out Jason's lack of position, physically demonstrating it with himself. Gavin turned to watch Jason and the kid in his corner. They both talked lowly and covered their mouths, re-adjusting the gloves on Jason's hands. He locked out into the crowd to see a bunch of teanagers placed bets on who would win the final round. He saw some of the kids from the city, half watching Jason with anger, and the other half looking at Zane with encouragement or worry. Then Gavin saw Zane's parents. They were in the back whispering to each other, both looking visibly concerned for Zane. They saw Gavin, and Gavin gave a nod and a thumbs up, telling them that it would all be okay. They gave him nods in return, then Gavins watch beeped.

It was time for round four.

He called both boys back into the cage. Zane looked more pissed off then he did in the beginning, and Gavin knew that Zane was working his way up, mentally that is, towards a knockout. Jason looked more confident than he did in the second round, probably because he thought he had the upper hand on Zane. Zane wanted his opponent to think that, which is why he let Jason beat him for so long in round 3, he was giving Jason false confidence. Gavin watched Zane stretch out his arms, squat down to stretch his legs, then roll the tension out of his neck. Then when Zane gave a nod, Gavin clapped and slid out of the cage.

Round four was on.

Jason punched first, a right jab to Zane's face. Zane kept his arms up, and his gloves to the hit. Zane stepped forward, taking Jason's hits but also backing Jason up into a corner. Zane, once he had Jason cornered, attacked Jason with a left hook to his body. Then, a right Jab to Jason's face when his gloves slipped past his chin. Zane also decided to take a penalty and kick Jason's leg out from under him. Gavin whistled as a warning, the warning to stop using penalties as distractions. Zane ignored it and took a step back, letting Jason get up. He let Jason charge him into the middle of the ring, taking a few hits. Then he pulled a classic bob and weave, with a double uppercut. Jason flung onto the floor and grunted a curse. But, he pushed himself back up onto his feet without a second to recover.

Gavin got into the ring and was about to stop Zane from his next attack, but it was to late. Zane hit Jason with a left jab to the face, then a right jab to the face, and pulled his leg up. Gavin watched, mouth agape, as Zane turned and extended his leg as he spun himself around, his shin colliding with the side of Jason's head. Everything slowed as Jason hit the ground, and Zane settled back onto his feet. Jason's eyes were closed, his mouth open, and his body limp, he was knocked unconscious. Gavin went up to Zane, grabbed his arm, and pulled it into the air, signifying Zane's win. People cheered, people that didn't cheer for Zane before were now hollering his name.

Zane stood still in the middle of the cage, catching his breath slowly as people cheered for him. Then he bent over and picked up Jason's shoulders and took him over to his corner. He propped Jason up on the beam and took off both of their gloves. Zane motioned Gavin over and the two made sure that Jason was okay and simply asleep. Ein came into the ring and reached for the gloves, but Zane already had them in his hands.

"Hey, I can take those," Ein stepped forward.

"Step the fuck back or you end up like him, but worse," Zane threatened, which made Ein stop moving. "Chance, get my knife!"

The crowd was now watching closely, no longer bickering about their sudden loss of money from the unexpected victory of Zane. They watched as the blond ran over to Zanes bag and pulled out a pocket knife. He ran back to the cage and slid it towards Zane before getting in himself. Zane grabbed the knife by his feet, flipped it open, and sliced through the gloves. The crowd watched, thinking that he was crazy, but was unprepared for Zane to pull out blocks of thick metal. He dropped the metal on the floor, then sliced open the other glove and dumped out the metal. He closed his knife, then shoved the gloves into Eins chest.

Zane's blood was boiling, and he would use the adrenaline of the fight for his next actions. He punched Ein square in the face with a right jab. He felt his middle knuckle scream in pain, and he watched the blood fall from Ein's nose. Gavin yelled at him, but Zane pulled back his fist again and hit Eins stomach, his knuckle searing hot from the previous punch. He pulled his left arm back, but Chance grabbed him and pulled his arms behind his back. 

"Nope, we're not doing this," Chane pulled him to his corner. "Calm down, let Gavin and I take care of this. Comfort your boyfriend, take care of your hands, and clean your wounds. You won, that's enough."

Zane begrudgingly slid under the rope and stepped down the 3 stairs, then collapsed into his boyfriend's embrace. He was tired and upset, but holding his lover, knowing that he won, knowing what that meant for Shane, it was all enough to put a smile on his face. He ignored the pain in his knuckle, for now, he simply chose to hold onto Shane for as long as he could. He could hear people talking about their bets as they left, and after about 5 minutes already half of the crowd was gone. Only close friends of Jason and Ein stayed to make sure Jason was okay and would wake up. Zane's parents came up to him and congratulated him, and so did the people from the turf.

"Hey, did any of you bet against me," he glared at the kids from the city. They held their hands up in innocence. He broke his stern face and laughed when the kids looked scared enough. They laughed with him when they realized he was joking. "I'm just fuckin' with y'all, I knew you would always bet on me. How much did ya make?"

Brady, a 16-year-old and one of the newest to the turf, stepped forward with a grin. "About $40 from some kids from your school, we each only placed down 5, but there was more than enough that said Jason would win. Little did they know you went pro! I'm gonna go buy a good sandwich and a soda," he laughed.

"You have a place to sleep recently?" Zanes asked cautiously. 

"Sorta, it's iffy sometimes, but I do tonight!" He shook the money around.

"Don't worry, we're keeping an eye out for the turf," Ethan says, making Zane look over in surprise. Ethan and John were standing there, John smiling, Ethan glaring, "What's so surprising? Oh, yeah, you didn't bother to tell us you had your first fucking fight in months and we had to find out through Gavin!"

"I'm sorry, alright. I've been caught up in things. It's good to see you both," Zane took a step forward and extended his left hand. 

Ethan kept his glare for a second, before bursting out in laughter. He took Zane's hand and chest bumped each other, then Zane and John did the same. Ethan and John talked about how amazing the fight was, congratulating him, and mocking him for pity punching Ein at the end of it. Then Zane remembered his hand, and he looked down at his very irritated knuckle.

"I think I broke it," he said with a cringe while trying to flex his fingers but feeling the same hot pain as before. "Yup, 100%, it's broken. All my years of fighting and I've never broken a knuckle, but punching Eins stupid face is what does it?"

"Alright, let's get you to a hospital," Zane's mother interjects. She took his hand and examined it. "Mr. Gavin," She called for him, and he stood from his position of checking  Jason to look at her. "Zane broke his knuckle, we're going to take him to the hospital but we'll be back. Let us take you to dinner or something," Sara grinned.

Gavin frowned and left Jason, and the ring, and walked over to Zane. He grabbed Zane's hand and glared at the already puffy and purple middle knuckle. He gave Zanes head a smack, telling him that what he did was stupid and it could ruin his future if he were going to get back into boxing. But he hugged him, told him he did a good job in the cage, and told him to go to the hospital.

"Don't you dare be moving your fingers around until you get there, and make sure to keep me up to date. And ask about physical therapies and stuff. Be safe, I'll see you guys in a little. I got to get this kid to the hospital for a concussion," he pointed over his shoulder to a now awake, but groggy and confused Jason.

Zane was ushered out of the building, and put in the car with Shane and Chance by his side to distract him from the car ride to the hospital.