Theon waited in the little locker room area psyching himself up for the fight. The sound of the crowd grew quieter as they listened to the announcer come overhead.
"Tonight's final match has had a change in the line up." Boomed over the room, "Zac the Destory has been pulled and replaced with Sadler the Finisher. There will be a twenty minute break to change any bets before the match begins."
The line up didn't affect Theon either way he was still going to fight. It didn't matter who was in the ring with him, he planned on winning.
Asher, glancing over to Shaw from where he sat next to him. Change in lines ups never happened this close to the fight.
"Don't worry, Zac is fine. Just needed him for something bigger tonight." Commented Shaw touching Asher cheek with the back of his hand.
If anything Theon facing off against Sadler made more sense to Asher. New fighters never had their first fight against one of the top fighters.
Theon entered the ring once the door to the cage was opened, pacing on his side head down focused on the task before him.
He was here for his sister. He needed to win this for his sister. He needed to make this match worth it for Shaw to take the deal and trade his fighting for his sister's debt.
Sadler, growling heavily as he entered the ring, this was his home, his domain and he didn't like the other male in his space. Theon was not threatened by the growling, it took a hell of a lot to intimidate him.
Asher couldn't help but move to the edge of his seat as the bell rang starting the match off.
Alpha fight nights were always more primal than any other fights. The alphas pulling out their need to be the most dominant of the pair.
Growls and snarls filled the air, as well as their scent. Alpha's had the ability to put out a scent that ward others to keep away or submit to them. This scent at times depending on the strength of the alpha could cause others to pass out around them if they got to close.
It wasn't common here but Asher had experienced it before. Shaw used that against him a few times already, getting him to submit against his will.
Theon wasn't just a well built alpha he also had skills in different forms of fighting a skill passed onto him by his father. He was taught mostly in the art of defense. His father a respectable alpha that took pride in his sex and didn't abuse his status. Teaching his sons to be just the same, to use their status for good and not control.
The rules to the match had been given to him by Asher prior; get the other male to submit, tap out, or KO. Killing wasn't allowed nor would it be anything Theon himself would be capable of doing.
Theon sizing up the other male as he moved around the ring, pretty light on his feet for his size. He waited for Sadler to charge at him before making a move, deflecting the punch, and forcing him into the metal cage.
The sound of the crowd hushed out around him, eliminating distractions his plan was to work the other male up and let his rage take over and that's when he would strike and take him out.
Anger, an emotion, always caused one to alter and mess up; it was just about being able to see that moment before it happened and take it.
Asher had only seen a couple of fights since he's been here. He personally didn't enjoy the violence at all. This time however, he had some stake in the match. Shaw basically told him that Theon needed to win or he would be the one held responsible for not completing his task in making sure he was truly ready for his fight tonight.
Was this fair of Shaw to do, of course not. Asher only had but so much power in making sure Theon was ready. Theon's ability to fight and what he was capable of taking in damage was where the real power was held.
Thankfully the only wound Theon had prior was the little gash over his eye and his busted cheek. The only downside to that was it hasn't had enough time to heal so Asher worried that it would open again and impair his sight during the fight.
Theon miscalculated his step as Sadler moved in close to him again, grabbing him by the waist and slamming him hard to the mat, knocking the air out of him as he started to lay punches.
Theon quickly got his arm up to shield his face. Sadler so focused on what his hands were doing that he didn't pay much attention to his lower half. Theon getting his leg just right to shift his weight and roll; get on top of the other male, taking control and returning the blows.
The taste of iron filled his mouth, as it poured from his nose. Spacing his punches out over Sadler's face and upper ribs, making sure each one counted.
Giving one last blow to Sadler's chin, his hands falling limp on the mat beside his head.
Theon not needing to be pulled off of him, not allowing his alpha to take full control of him. He knew it had won, throwing his own hands up as he backed off. The shouts of the crowd started to flow back in, cheers for the underdog rising.
Theon could care less if he pleased the crowd or not. He wasn't here for that, his eyes turning hard to the upper level looking at Shaw.
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