As Aaron walked out of the ring and grabbed his box going into the locker room, both of the new sets of fighters walked to their side. Darren is getting ready by jabbing and bouncing around. In comparison Demetrius was just relaxing, barely moving a muscle, face emotionless. Demetrius was just staring directly at Darren from across the area. After Mr. Syvone got done cleaning up the area, he looked at both of them. Darren walked into the ring followed afterward by Demetrius still staring directly at him. As both men got into the ring they fully were staring at each other's eyes as Mr. Syvone walked into the middle.
"I don't even need to ask," Mr. Syvone said with a smile before laughing as he saw both of the men's expressions on their faces. "Both of you guys look ready to murder the other one, I like that. SET, GO!"
Darren began by moving quickly to get a strike at Demetrius, but his opponent quickly avoided it as he stepped back, arms still down keeping that cold stare locked on his prey. Darren kept moving forward as he was trying to trap his opponent. Demetrius was still keeping his guard up as he moved around just dodging every attempt at hitting him, not even wanting to throw his own punches. The crowd begins to look bored as the same thing repeats itself.
"This is probably going to be a quick match if Darren is going to keep doing this bullshit," Jeremy said as he was observing the match.
"At the same time do you not at least agree that Demetrius also needs to stop doing what he is doing," Martin rebuttal to the older fighter. "I mean for how good he is at being aggressive in the match he sure is being very passive."
"Well now it is probably going to happen," Adrian said as it appears that Darren steps back and stops his persistent attack on his opponent. "Now this is going to be interesting."
Both men are back closer to the edge of the middle circle as both are circling each other. Like they were two sharks circling around binding their time until they got the perfect opportunity to gain the advantage. The crowd grows quiet as they are waiting for something to happen. Then Demetrius surprisingly was the one who moved first, he was trying to aim straight at Darren's stomach. Darren sidestepped avoiding the punch as he finally landed a punch at Demetrius' side. Everyone looked shocked as the punch landed. Demetrius turned and now looks very mad. Demetrius turned fast as people could hear the cracking in the joints of his back. He threw a strong punch as Darren tried to dodge it. He was too slow as the punch landed as it landed in his face. Darren got knocked down hard as Demetrius' punch followed through the motion. Darren landed on his back as he felt the blood dripping from his nose as he began to quickly move out before Demetrius could humble him. As Darren got up, he looked more dazed as Demetrius still kept in his calm state walking up to him. Darren began to throw his guard up as he was not looking to avoid Demetrius until Mr. Syvone ended the round. As they kept moving, Mr. Syvone checked his phone and his facial expression said it all. It looked as if he messed up big time, similar to when a kid forgets to defrost the chicken and their parents just pull into the house's garage. Mr. Syvone quickly ended the round.
"Oh shit, I am sorry guys that round was supposed to end a minute ago," Mr. Syvone said as he stared into the crowd, then he turned to his fighters. "You guys are getting a longer rest time, both of you two earned it."
Both men walked to their corners. Darren sat down and the trainers immediately went to work trying to fix up his oozy bloody nose. Demetrius just got onto the stool, grabbed a water bottle, and began to drink as he was staring directly at his opponent with a smile slowly rising. Darren after seeing the smile grew more annoyed and seemed to mumble something under his breath. Demetrius just laughs at it.
"On a scale from one to you are fucked, where is Darren at?" Adrian asked his group.
"When I think he is a seven because he at least got one hit off but he has to dodge Demetrius' punches in order to make this an interesting match," Jeremy said, Martin was hearing it and looked astonished by how smart that sounded.
"You are probably right, but let's just see," Martin said as Mr. Syvone walked to the middle.
Both men got back up, each with a completely different expression than the other. Darren was injured, enraged, and determined to beat his opponent. Demetrius looked like an older brother that looked to have successfully beaten his younger sibling till they left with tears in their eyes as the older brother had a great smile on his face. Mr. Syvone's own smile got even wider as he saw the tension. He calmly walked up. "SET, GO!"
Both men got back to the right where they left off. Darren immediately got right into throwing punches at his arrogant opponent. Demetrius still with that evil grin he had on his face. Demetrius was swiftly dodging the punches and stepped back. Instead of the previous round version of Demetrius, he seemed to be more bouncy on his feet. He kept moving as Darren was trying to get himself into a position to throw punches. Darren's face was increasingly getting mad, it got
to the point where it could remind some of a bull that sees the color red. Darren kept speeding up his punches and it looked to be catching up with Demetrius. Demetrius was avoiding them but they looked closer to actually hitting him. Darren was still increasing in rage and punches continued to get faster. It was a dodging match until finally Demetrius got hit again. Darren landed a hard punch in Demetrius' stomach knocking the wind out as Darren landed a couple more punches sending Demetrius to the floor. The crowd became very excited. Demetrius began to roll away from his opponent. Darren was following his opponent to the sound of the crowd cheering for the defeat of Demetrius. Demetrius after rolling around for a bit tried to get back up. Darren stepped in and delivered a hard punch in Demetrius' face mostly towards the nose. Demetrius' back hit the ground with a lot of force. The crowd then looked shocked by what they witnessed, Demetrius being knocked down hard. Darren walked around the ring acting like he won the match, Mr. Syvone began to walk up to end the match, but Demetrius began to move. He sat himself up, face bloody with it coming down his mouth and nose. He gave Darren a grin, a very bloody grin. He gets himself up as the crowd begins to cheer loudly for what they saw. Darren looked the most confused out of everyone to see a man that he thought would be done get up with a smile. Mr. Syvone walked back to the middle as the two fighters continued their match. Demetrius went into the aggressive side of his fighting as he was still showing that bloody grin of his. Darren was not scared at all as he was not trying to back away but looking for positions to start throwing jabs or kicks in. Demetrius was avoiding these attempts as he began to taunt Darren.
"You bum ass motherfucker," Demetrius said, still flashing that smile of his. "HIT ME YOU BITCH!" Was yelled at by the man himself.
Darren looked shocked at the sudden intensity that was shown by his opponent. He then went back into being mad and continued to throw punches. Demetrius ducks down and sweep at his opponent's feet. Darren fell back and landed hard on his back. Demetrius just looked at him as he took a step back from the man on the ground. Darren looked confused but got up anyway and then Demetrius fired himself into the legs. He picked up and slammed down Darren onto his back. Demetrius quickly got back up as he was just staring at Darren. Darren then gets back up, quickly with fury on his face. Demetrius laughs as he punches Darren directly in the nose as his body dropped to the ground. He then sits down as Darren lands. Everyone was shocked by what they saw and it caused the room to grow quiet. Mr. Syvone walked in to check on Darren. Darren was barely moving for a bit until he opened his eyes and quickly got back up to his feet.
"Are you okay to continue fighting?" Mr. Syvone asked about his fighter. "It was a very hard punch you got to the face."
Darren moved Mr. Syvone out of the way. "I feel fine now but I want to beat his ass right now."
Demetrius begins to laugh as he hears that. "Let's keep fighting then bitch."
Mr. Syvone walks away from the two beastly fighters that are about to continue their match. Both men mostly were jabbing at each other trying to find the opening. That was until Mr. Syvone stepped in to end the second round. Both men walked back to their corners as the trainers were checking on them.
Darren sat down and looked directly at the trainer whipping down his bloody mouth with a look of pure shock. "That punch really fucking hurt. Like damn, I thought I was about to die from that punch."
Demetrius on the other hand sits on his side with a massive grin on his face. "I enjoy beating the shit out of Darren. He had a really good fight against me, but I think it is time for me to end this match."
The trainer that is looking at Demetrius shakes his head in a disgusted manner. "Please do not have us send an ambulance."
"I promise I will TRY to not let this happen," Demetrius said as he gave the trainer a wink. The trainer rolled his eyes in response to it.
Mr. Syvone walked back to the middle as he was giving glances at both of the men on the stools. "Demetrius, are you ready to go?" Mr. Syvone asked as he faced his body towards him.
"Oh yes, definitely Mr. Syvone," Demetrius responded as he got up to walk back to the middle.
"Okay," Mr. Syvone said as he turned to Darren as the trainer was still checking on him. "I will give you some more time."
The trainer began to become more frantic with his checking on his assignment. Darren began to feel more irritated at this. It got to the point where Darren just stood with the trainer still checking on him. "Fuck out of my way!" Darren yelled as he punched the trainer in the jaw sending him to the ground.
Mr. Syvone looked shocked at what happened. "That will probably be a battery charge on your dumbass but I will just slide him a "quick bonus" to shut him up," Mr. said laughing to himself. "Darren, you seem ready so I am just going to start the third round."
Darren nods his head as he looks at Demetrius. "Fuck you, Demetrius," the man said as he gave his opponent the middle finger.
Mr. Syvone smiled. "SET, GO!"
Both fighters go back into the fight with drastically different expressions on their faces. Demetrius looked a lot more ready to drag on the match as much as he wanted until he got bored of his opponent. Darren on the other hand looked very beat up and worn down from all of the punches he had to endure. Demetrius began to quickly move his feet as he noticed Darren began to look slightly down, he took his chances and attempted to throw a strong jab. Darren avoided it as he seemed to begin to quickly wear down. Demetrius smiled as he looked at Darren and put his hands behind his back, he intended to end this match without the use of his hands. Darren looked to be mad about this disrespect from his opponent as he began to throw as many jabs as he could with the little amount of energy that he had. Demetrius was avoiding the punches but he eventually gave a hard punch in his opponent's gut. Darren's body folded forward as Demetrius took a step back and ended the match with a kick to the face. The crowd cheered for the winner to be declared, but it slowly stopped as they noticed something odd. There was blood slowly spreading on the ring from Darren. The trainer that already helped out his fellow trainer from being knocked down, went up to check on Darren. The two trainers picked up Darren and moved him out of the ring to bring him to the trainer's table where the third one after looking up at Demetrius with a flirtatious grin on her face. Demetrius returned the smile until he decided to let her go back to doing her job. Mr. Syvone walked up to Demetrius to announce what was going to happen.
"The winner of this match is Demetrius McCoy!" Mr. Syvone said as the crowd had a weaker cheer, they seemed more concerned about what happened to Darren. "Our next match will be in Welterweight with Nico Coleman and Elias Caballero. Also, we will take a very small intervention as we clean up this pile of blood on the floor," Mr. Syvone said as he pointed at the blood.