FIGHT! KILLION VS REBEL

Both guys stalked around the mat, growling. They were both in identical black tight t-shirts. The ones with the letter 'A' that was not for Alpha on it. The tension was high, even the girls had stopped chatting.

Then Ki peeled off his t-shirt in one swift motion, exposing his sinewy torso. Yes the one he sculpted daily.

"Oh goddess." Marissa sighed dramatically.

I guess vain Ki's hard work was not in vain. Hahaha.

Besides the living sculpture that was his body, Ki also sported other artwork, specifically his collection of black disc shaped tattoos.

He glowed just the slightest bit. It had a brilliant effect. Ki was like a peacock in heat. Lol.

But he wasn't the only show off on the mat. Not to be outdone, Mate striped too. Idiot. Didn't his family not want anyone to know he was a fight dog?

But what was done was done. Mate looked like he probably spent as much time in the gym as Ki. They probably even followed the same regime.

And the black discs... It looked like Mate had collected more since I last saw him.

I wasn't the only one who noticed it. I heard the male wolves place them. Now down to just their pants, they were recognizable to anyone who ever watched the "sport".

I heard the names, "Keys" and "Rebel" being murmured in the crowd. Realization dawned on Hank.

Mate pulled up the silver bangle further up his arm and secured it with a smile.

Keys was smiling too.

Hahaha. Hank wasn't overseeing a training match anymore. This was a fight cage.

And then they went at it.

The best fight cages boasted three things.

Sexy fighters

Violence

Drama

All under 10 minutes. So the first two minutes was for the two male peacocks to show off their feathers.

We're in the third minute. Both guys moved forward and grappled for a moment. Ki lands on top, "So you got a few more badges. Let's see what else you've got since our last fight, brat."

"Shut up or I'll kill you." Rebel kneed Ki hard, but Ki wouldn't let up. Both their hands were pushing down on each other, and Rebel finally head butted Ki in the chin.

"Beeeeep" Hank's whistle. They were going too far for a training spar.

"F***!" Ki released Bell.

They both got up, "What the hell is your problem?" Bell growled.

"Nothing." Ki threw a kick that Bell barely dodged.

Bell landed a punch. There was a sickening thud sound.

"F***. You don't give a s*** do you?" Ki exclaimed.

"You gotta bone to pick with me?" Bell drawled.

Ki answered with a knee into Bell's stomach and then a hard solid punch that sent Bell backwards.

Hank had a whistle to his mouth but Ki stepped back, hands in the air before it was blown.

Fourth minute.

"You ate my chocolates." Ki answered.

"I did not f***ing eat your s*** chocolates." Bell answered.

They grappled again.

"You're always eating my chocolates." Ki said.

"So what?" Bell said.

Ki slammed down hard on Bell at that, "Then I found that unopened box of La Madeline Truffles with your name on it."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bell hit back. Their bodies taking each others hits, their wolves growling, almost like they would shift.

Fifth minute.

Hank probably should whistle now, did he forget?

"Chocolates!" Ki yelled, "F***, pay attention."

"Oh." Bell seemed to realised now, "Those are mine. Mine. If you even think about unwrapping that..."

"I don't f*** chocolate that has someone else's f****** name on them." Ki broke off the hold.

Bell backed off too. They looked at Hank, both lifting their hands up, "We just sparring. Let us finish k?" Ki asked cheerfully.

Hank looked unsure, but nodded. Poor Hank. He had no idea.

7th minute.

Then Ki grabbed Bell in the chokehold, Bell fought back, something cracked. The both of them fell, and then Ki said, "If you ever leave that box of chocolate crying by itself again, I will f***ing kill you."

"My chocolates!" Bell kicked Ki quite hard in the face. He kicked it again, Ki fell back.

Hank was blowing his whistle now, "Stop! Match over!"

8 minutes. Now the cooldown.

Bell straightened up, then he grabbed his arm and pushed it in place. There was a soft clicking sound before Bell stretched out his arm to test it. WTH - had Ki dislocated it just now?

Ki got up to a sitting position. "F*** my nose."

There was blood on his face, his hands, his chest.

"Remain seated!" Hank ordered all of us. His first priority was to prevent larger scale fight from breaking out. Making sure the rest of us were still seated, he went over to check on the two on the mat.

Bell had knelt down in front of Ki, "Hold your breath."

"Don't fix it back crooked." Ki said.

Bell grabbed Ki firmly by the jaw with one hand, and then with the other, he gripped Ki's nose and pushed it back in place. Then he let go.

"Thanks." said Ki.

The both of them stood up and checked themselves. Then they picked up the t-shirts. Bell put his on. Ki used it to wipe up the blood.

"So Hank, who won?" Ki asked.

"Ah..." Hank looked a little stunned, "Are both of you okay?"

Ki smiled gently, "Of course. It was just a sparring match."

The rest of the trainees started whispering things like "Monsters" which I'm sure only pleased Ki and Bell more.

"Stay out of my chocolates!" Bell told Ki.

"I'm not the one you should worry about." Ki boasted lightly, "I have lots of chocolate and I'm getting more this Vday."

I can't believe they fought like that just over some chocolate.

Then the two of them sat down. Ki handed a bottle of water to mate. They looked quite satisfied with themselves.

10 minutes exactly. End of their performance.

"So who won, sir?" Rebel asked after taking a long drink.

"Ah..." Hank said.

"Don't say it was a tie." Rebel growled.

"Should we do it again, sir?" Ki offered.

"Ah... No. No. Thank you." Hank answered.

I imagined this was exactly what these two idiots did at home growing up, causing their trainers various perplexities.

But how dare they mess around without me? I wanted in too!

I raised my hand, "Me, sir!"

"Ah... What?" Hank looked bewildered.

"Its a tie right?" I asked.

"Goddess, no way - I pulled his entire arm out of the socket!" Ki protested.

"I got the last hit, princess." Rebel pointed out.

"Well, you're both equally stupid." I said, "If you must fight over chocolates this really isnt the place to do it. This is a serious training session! Fight seriously!"

"Yes, goddess! We'll fight more seriously this time." Killion said.

"No! That's enough from the both of you." Hank said.

"But tying for first place sucks, sir." Rebel said.

"How about we compete like on our sexiness?" Ki asked, "Which one of us is sexier, sir?

Now everyone else was starting to laugh. Hahaha. Actually it was kind of funny seeing Hank pressured like that.

On one hand, he was the trainer in charge. On the other, this was his Beta and Luna.

"Ah..." Hank said.

"I want to challenge!" I said.

I stood up.

"You want to compete with our sexiness, goddess?" Killion asked oh so innocently.

Hahaha idiot.

I smiled, "No. I told you this was a serious training session. Which one of you wants to fight?"

Ki looked at Bell and Bell looked at Ki.

"I've already fought two matches." Bell shrugged.

"I don't want to fight you, goddess." Ki said.

"You'd better, if you want to live." I said.

"Ah... This is a training session." Hank tried to remind us.

"But I must show these two fight dogs how a real wolf fights." I said, "Please allow me to put them in their place."

"Oh pop, goddess... You're going to hurt me, aren't you?" Killion realised.

"Five minutes. Time us five minutes on the mat." I ordered Hank.

"Yes, Alpha." Hank agreed.

He had no choice. But it was just for five minutes. What can happen in five minutes?

I'm grinning from ear to ear when I stepped onto the mat. I'll show you!