Sitting there with the sweat and blood scent hanging in the air along with people that I'm sure are able to throw me across the room if they wanted to. Some of them are scary... well all of them are scary. There are many people in the audience and I nearly jump when the lights turn off. "In the left corner is the infamous beast The Hand Crusher!" The announcer speaks and his voice is so loud but the people clapping in the audience are much louder as they are cheering on, some even standing up. None of this is something that I'm used to.

Ballet is calm and collected and there is this respect that follows it and people are quiet and only clap when the show is over but now people are cheering and clapping whenever they feel like it. I'm not sure how to feel about that. "In the right corner is the biggest beast of them all... The Steel Fist!" He calls out and lights wash over Steel as I see him. He's bare chested, and he's only wearing shorts, and he has a boxing glove on his hand. He looks angry but at the other man.

Seeing him like this is strange but this is who he is and beneath the one that I see this is Steel and I don't want him to change. Perhaps boxing is like ballet for him, and he does enjoy this, though that doesn't mean that I like watching him hurt people. I don't like violence. The match starts and I feel myself on the edge of the bench trying to make sure that he doesn't get hurt. I notice that he has blocked out everything that is happening around him as he's getting in position. They're circling one another but no one does a thing.

The other man does look stronger than Steel does but I pray and I hope that Steel will win this. I can't bear to see him hurt. "He's going to be all right. He ain't about to lose" A familiar voice speaks beside me and I look over to see Mark's brother whose name I've forgotten but I'm about to let him know that. "Otherwise I would lose a lot of money" He speaks and I smile at him by my eyes remain stuck on Steel and how's doing. Some punches have been thrown but none of them have hit either one of them.

Mark's brother is also Steel's couch and as he sits down next to me, I wonder how he and Mark grew up because both of them are just too different. I've met his brother a couple of times, he barely speaks and when he does it's actually quite nice listing to him, and he's also the type that keeps to himself. Unlike Mark who's always talking and is friendly and just wants to be out there with people. I also wonder why he's not with their aunt like Mark is but it's not my place to ask things like that.

"Do you really think he will win?" I ask through the noise. He sits so close to me and I'm really grateful that he's the one sitting next to me and not some stranger as I notice that all of these people have one thing in common, they do not respect personal space and often high five people behind them or in front of them or something. It's odd and I can't understand it. "Of course" He speaks to me, and then he takes my hand. "I'll protect you for him since he's there, I need to keep his mind in there and not you his... girlfriend?" He asks me.

I freeze at the question as I did not expect that. "We'e not... I mean... I don't think we're..." I trial off, not knowing what to say about that. He chuckles as he brings me closer to him. "Don't worry, you'll figure it out" He whispers into my ear and I smile as I look at Steel. I suppose we will figure it out and the thought does fill me with joy. He kissed me before and then I kissed him. Does that qualify? I'm not sure. I'm kind of new at this whole thing and I'm guessing he is too.

"Thank you" I tell him, and he looks at me and in the corners of my eyes I can see how he is confused. "For what, sweet cheeks?" He asks and he has the strangest smile ever. I look at him with raised eyebrows as he's using a nickname that Mark came up with a couple of years ago. "Being here with me" I tell him. Just then Steel throws a punch and hits the man in the side of the face. He stumbles a bit but catches his balance and I'm not sure if I can watch this.

I can see blood or I think it's blood and it freaks me out. I hold his hand tightly and I even think I'm holding it too tight but I don't seem to care much about that. "Please be all right" I mutter to myself over and over again. Mark's brother is trying to make me feel better by rubbing my hands but that isn't working. The only thing that can work is Steel being here with me, his arms around me, and he's all right, and he's not hurt.

A punch is thrown his way, but he dodges it and then kicks the other man which he nearly falls but Steel uses that to his advantage, and he punishes him in the side of the face. I am already tell that it hurts a lot and it does hurt me to know that they are hurting one another. All of this is going to leave bruises that are going to be there for weeks, and they are going to hurt. I would know. Ballet has caused bruises on my legs and toes and it does hurt intensely amount and I know how hard it is to have bruises every second of the day and feel that sort of pain.