Mathew watched your body as you moved through the ring, his eyes narrowed in concern and frustration. Ever since he was a puppy he'd been fighting, outside of the ring he tried to be quiet, stay out of other people's way, be nice to the other animals owned by his master. "C'mon, get them in a head lock... head lock-" he watched you get thrown to the ground and slammed his fist against the bars into the arena. "FUCK!"

The ref broke the two of you up and you were shoved toward the exit, Mathew opened the gates for you and pulled you toward him, into his arms, "You're okay, it's okay this wasn't a death round. It's okay," he sat you down on a bench and started wrapping bandages around the horrible mangled flesh around your shoulder area. "You're okay, you didn't lose that much blood."

He glanced around the room before gently pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I'll bandage you up after Gerald punishes you too, okay? We'll be okay." Mathew smiled softly and ran his hands through your matted hair. "It won't be too bad, this was a small fight. Besides you're one of his best fighters."

He loved you, he didn't like talking about it, but he loved you. Even as puppies Gerald had never put the two of you up against each other, you were teammates, hopefully someday Mathew could call you his boyfriend... his lover.