Chapter Thirty-six: Bloody Fight And Temper.

 RYDER.

"I'm not doing this with you Oliver, get the fuck out of my face!"

I glare at the smirking guy that's standing before me and he chuckles before moving closer to me.

"Why? Are you not so sure of yourself anymore? You're scared you're going to get yourself pumped?"

He raises his brows at me and I shake my head. I know what he's trying to do. He's trying to get into my head, and I'm not going to let him, I have played this game too many times with him not to know the result of it. We are going to drag this to the ring obviously, and it will end with one of us getting beaten... Badly by the second one. Most of the time, he's always at the receiving end, but I can't say that he doesn't get me sometimes too. He does.

Oliver is a fighter just like I am. The only difference between us is that he fights for money and for reputation but as in my case, I fight to keep my senses at sane.