That, and I have this incessant need to know everything about Cole Aston. This is just the first step in doing that.
It isn’t long before the two guys who were fighting are finished, both of them stumbling away with the help of the same security guys that had pulled me away from Tyger the last time I was here. They told me that this was the room with no rules, yet they must havesomesince there are guys on standby waiting to haul the fighters away if they go too far.
Cole steps into the center of the ring, completely in the zone as he stares at one spot on the floor.
He’s focused.
Almosttoofocused on what he’s doing.
He’s so focused on the fight that’s about to go down that he has no idea what’s going on around him.
That’d get him killed in the real world.
Another guy steps into the space and stands opposite Cole. He’s taller than him by a couple of inches and has more muscle packed onto him too.
From the outside looking in, the new guy would be a sure win for this fight. But I have a feeling Cole is a stealthy little fucker, and judging by the roar of the crowd shouting Cole’s name, he’s proved himself to be a worthy adversary to this guy more than once.
They circle each other, putting on a show for the crowd before Cole gives up all appearances of crowd pleasing and strikes. He charges towards his opponent, wrapping his arms around the other guy’s torso and dragging them both to the ground. Cole straddles him, and he appears to say something to him, not that anyone else, or even the guy on the floor, can probably hear.
They grapple on the ground for a few moments before Cole has the guy pinned down beneath him. He throws a punch straight to the guy’s jaw, but the guy manages to throw Cole off before jumping to his feet and launching himself at Cole.
This back and forth lasts for a few minutes, both of them getting hits in, before something snaps in Cole. It’s like a switch has been flipped, and something inside him takes over.
It’s… beautiful, the monster inside of him.
Gone is the control, the strategy. In its place is a feralbeast with only one objective—taking the guy down and keeping him there.
He’s almost in a trance as he tackles the guy to the floor again, and much like my fight the other week, he pins him to the floor and rains down hit after hit, not even stopping once the poor man is unconscious beneath him. Blood sprays the more punches he gets in, and I’m about to charge over there and pull him off of him myself when the other patrons get involved, dragging Cole away from the guy and carrying the mystery man out of the place.
That was… interesting.
I had expected Cole to fight like he was training for MMA or something. I’d never expected him to be so… savage.
I slip back through the crowd and out of the door I came in from before heading back towards the front of the building. There’s a little nook right next to the church that Cole will have to walk past to get himself back to campus, and I lean back against the wall in wait.
It isn’t long before he staggers past me.
“Aston,” I call out, and he sighs before spinning around to face me.
“What now?” he groans.
“Good fight tonight.” I praise him with a respectful nod.
It was good. It could’ve been better, but it was still good.
He stares at me, probably assessing me to see what game I’m playing. He won’t find anything. I’m actually not playing with him right now, and even if I was, I’d never let him see it.
“Thanks,” he mutters.
“Did it work?” I ask innocently.
“Did what work?”
“Did fighting tonight make you want to fuck me less?”
He’s shaking his head before I can even finish the sentence before following it up with a scoff.
“The very last thing I want to do to you is fuck you, little menace.”
