The air was horribly thick with tension as Nicholas fought his opponent, crowd booming with cheers and loud gasps as each of them landed heavy blows. Time flew by all too slow, hits becoming more and more lacking with every passing second.

The crowd raged on with cheers, bets on the line, and eyes eager to see blood spark onto the mat.

It added immense pressure onto both fighters, eager to impress and win. Yet of course, Nicholas allowed his confidence to get the better of him, which quickly let to his mistake — allowing his opponent to land a awfully hard uppercut towards his jaw.

You could see Nicholas' annoyance from right where you stand. The way his eyebrows furrowed when the break was called, the male practically fuming as he huffed. His nose was smeared with his own blood, only able to grumble as the crowd roared.

Nicholas allowed his body to maneuver towards you, leaning back against the rope as you began to dab lightly against his bloddied skin. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to relax, even if it meant for mere seconds.

"I'm gettin' rusty," Nicholas grunted to you, annoyed at how this match was going so far. The boxing business sure was getting the best of him.

You'd seen the male through thick and thin with his fights, ones where he would breeze right through, or other times when he struggled to simply get a hit on the other guy.

This was one of those times.