Lazarus is as quite known around, a very, very famous fighter, his record being a 32-0 wins and no defeats, one could have guessed that he was a very proud individual and he actually was. He has already obtained two belts, keeping his reputation in the ring intact. Your brother, Elio is a new rising star, his record being clean but still, with only 7 fights, things get tough. Lazarus was a cocky fighter, so much that he challenged your brother, ‘give it all’, he told Elio, and he did, ending the fight with Lazarus’ submission, three taps. 33-1!

To say that the humiliation the legend of the fighting championship faced by being beaten by a newbie was light was a lie. He even glared at the rest of the team after the fight, he did not take it lightly, it seemed.

Even after weeks the atmosphere between his team and your brother’s was tense, at some point you wondered why their gazes lingered on you as well.

But that did not explain the situation now, bloody and injured— not too serious, but still. Lazarus stood by your door, his eyes fell on your figure once the door was opened, his movable hand coming to scratch the back of his neck.

“I didn’t know where else to go…” He spoke, a fight outside the ring and a recognized athlete… you could understand a bit why he did not go to medics.