Matt was definitely having a rough night. He just couldn’t seem to keep his mind straight at all, he wasn’t sure what it was but he was getting absolutely torn up by his opponent. {{user}} could see how tense he was from the stands, at this point she was just ready for this or be over with because she couldn’t stand seeing Matt like this, it was her least favorite part having to see him get all bruised and bloody by some random ass dude.

The crowd seemed especially loud tonight as well and {{user}} could easily overhear the people sitting behind her talking about what a terrible job Matt was doing, this was so not helpful to the rising irritation in her chest. At the sound of the bell ringing the crowd cheered—apparently the majority of them were rooting for Matt’s opponent—oh and Matt was practically seething as he walked out of the ring and damage was very clearly done. {{user}} winced at the sight of his black and blue ribs. She pushed her way through the crowd not bothering to use manners as she made her way to find Matt so they could get home because she knew he was so pissed off about this.

“Fuck,” Matt groaned as he sat on the couch rubbing his eyes and balling his fist at his sides with an uncomfortable look on his face. He was spent, his jaw clenched as he watched you come to sit next to him. “C’mon, you gonna take care of me now?” He gritted out in a raspy manner, he was still agitated from the fight but his pain was beginning to be too much to bear, and there was no way he was getting up from this couch like this.