(A/N, hey, I got the idea from Superfruit, obviously, I hope this is good! Love you!😘)

               Scott wrapped his knuckles in some cloth.
"Alright, beat that man's ass." His coach said.
"Thanks, Matt." Scott said, fixing his hair in the mirror. "Do you know the guy's name?"
Matt shrugged. "Don't know, don't matter."
                  "You've got this, Mitch." Kevin said.
"Damn right I do." Mitch said. "Kirstie, how's the makeup coming?"
"It's great, Mitch." His makeup girl said. "Looking fierce!"
"Okay, you're gonna kill it!" Kevin said.
"Just don't kill the guy you're fighting!" Kirstie called.
Mitch pulled on his giant yellow coat, rolling his eyes. "Make no promises."
                Scott took off his hoodie, climbing up into the ring. He waved at the crowd, who was cheering and clapping like mad.
There was another uproar as his opponent walked in.
"Yellow coat? Oh f--k." Scott thought. That could only mean one thing: his opponent was Mitch Grassi.
            Mitch looked up, seeing a much too familiar man in the ring. "Damnit, Scott."
   He took off his coat, getting in the ring.
"Beat him like you've never beat anyone before, Mitch." Matt said.
Mitch nodded, cracking his knuckles.
"Everyone in the middle!" The ref called.
Mitch and Scott glared at each other.
"Cheater." Scott growled.
"Liar." Mitch hissed, as they locked fingers, the red going through the rules.
                 "Baby!" Mitch had called. "Get him! Get him!"
Scott had tackled the man he was fighting, the ref counting down the seconds. "WE HAVE A WINNER!"
Mitch jumped up, cheering.
Scott stood up, pumping his fists in the air.
Mitch had run up to his boyfriend, kissing Scott's bloody lips. "You did so good!"
Scott smiled. "I need ice."
"Sure thing." Mitch said, interlocking his fingers with his boyfriend's. "I'm so proud of you!"
                   Mitch kicked Scott hard, throwing him back.
The men in the announcer booth were yelling, as the two began hitting each other.
Scott hated the fact he was hurting Mitch, he had always hated it. But right now, he was focused on the money at the end.
                "Hey." Scott's old coach had said.
"Hey." Scott had replied. "What's up?"
The coach ran his hand down Scott's chest, moving closer to the fighter. "You did good tonight."
"Uh, thanks?" Scott said. "Hey, I have a-"
The coach suddenly kissed the other man, Scott pushing him away.
  "S...scott?"
Scott whirled around, seeing his boyfriend in tears. "Oh my gosh, Mitch, I-"
Mitch's shaking hands were over his mouth, tears running down his face. "I hate you so much."
"Mitch!" Scott shouted, but his boyfriend had already run out of the building. "Damnit!"
                  Mitch gasped, as Scott threw him on the ground. "I'm gonna f--king kill you." He growled.
"Try me." Scott panted.
Mitch stood up, hitting Scott in the solar plexus, knocking the blonde back. "I hate you."
Scott jumped up, hitting Mitch wherever he could, the announcers going crazy.
Mitch tasted blood in his mouth, as he yanked Scott down, hitting him in the head, blood getting all over his knuckles.
                 Mitch hit the punching bag as hard as he could, his hands throbbing. "Stupid cheater, I f--king hate that man!"
He went in his room to grab some hydrogen peroxide to clean his knuckles, seeing a picture on the desk. It was his and Scott's anniversary picture, surrounded by little glass hearts.
"DAMNIT!" Mitch yelled, smashing the picture on the floor, going back to hit the punching bag as hard as he could.
               Scott and Mitch fell onto the ring floor, side by side. The ref was yelling at them to get back up, the crowd doing the same.
"Mitch, I didn't cheat on you." Scott said breathlessly. "I'm sorry you thought I did."
"You kissed him, damnit." Mitch replied, spitting blood out of his mouth.
"He kissed me, I fired him for it." Scott said. "I loved you."
Mitch sighed. "I loved you too."
                They had both lost the match, as they got their wounds cleaned.
"Mitch, can we give us another chance?" Scott asked.
"I don't know..." Mitch said. "Sure."
Scott held Mitch's hand as gently has possible. "You did great."
"So did you." Mitch said. "I'm never getting in a ring again."
"But you'll cheer me on, right?" Scott asked.
"Of course I will." Mitch promised.