A sadistic smile pulled onto his lips. He knew he was a a few more hits from winning. The fight maybe lasted another 6 minutes tops. The new tricks Beast learned were nice and all, but the man had yet to build his endurance. Another weakness Sergio took advantage of.

At this point, Sergio was drenched in his own sweat. Blood dripping from his busted lip and cut cheek. His raven hair sticking to his forehead. Beast was on all fours, trying to catch his breath and come back from the pain. Sergio glanced around at the audience, they all had a knowing look in their eyes. This was it for Beast. Leaning down he grabbed the man by his short hair, landing a fist to his temple. He let go of his hair, the man went limp and fell to the ground. Straightening up, Sergio's chest heaved up and down.

The crowd went wild. He gave a victorious smile. The referee running in to lift his hand in the air. The blank gun firing off multiple times into the air in celebration. Sergio felt that it was slightly exaggerated, but the people were just excited to have their champion back. While he was still revealing in his win, he glanced up at Axel. A knowing look in his eye. Sergio was about to make Axel a lot of money, that was for sure.

To celebrate Sergio's returning victory, Tony and Zoe made him hang out with them at Tony's place. Once they got there, Zoey helped clean up his cuts. That was expected seeing as she always did that for him back then. They drank together, quickly catching up with each other.

Sergio woke with a start, he groaned. His body felt like he'd been hit by a train. His friends were sprawled out on the other couches across from him. Sitting up he grimaced at the pain. Getting up he limped to the bathroom to assess the damage done. Closing the door quietly behind him he finally looked at himself in the mirror. "Oh shit." His voice husky with sleep. A deep purple colored his tan skin, just below his left eye. It was slightly puffy. His eyes traveled down to his busted lip. Lifting his shirt he saw deep bruising around his abs. He didn't need to check his knee, he knew it was messed up too.

Beast did a number on him, that was for sure. But from the looks of it, Beast was dragged out of the Ring. Beaten bloody. He knew he took a risk. Having a fight like that, without any prior practices, was bound to get him injuries. He knew he would be rusty, yet he jumped right in. He still won, thats what mattered to him. His title still held. Champion of the Ring: Reaper.

Running a hand through his hair, he headed towards the kitchen. Opening up a few cabinets, in search of the pain killers. He took three and downed it with some orange juice. Checking his phone, he sighed. He was already late for school. He debated not showing up, but seeing as he missed the day before he couldn't do it again.

Snatching up his keys, he headed home. He would just get ready at Tony's, but he didn't have any extra pairs of clothes. He thought he would just text the two later, when they woke up. He quickly showered and got dressed. Making sure to wear a black hoodie and keeping the hood pulled over his head to shield his face. Not wanting to be anymore late for school. His car pulled into the parking lot. Classes were in session, as no students were out and about.

Sergio took his time getting to class, since he was already late. There weren't any students in the hallways, so he didn't hide his limp. Reaching his first classroom door, he debated for a second. No one had seen him yet. He could just leave now. He sighed, he was already here. Opening up the classroom door, silence ran through, as students stared at the door. He casted his head down, shielding his bruised face more.

Just as he was about to make it to his seat, the teacher stopped him. "Do you have an excuse for your tardiness, Mr. Reyes?" She stepped around the table, leaning on the desk. Her arms crossed and her head tilted. Annoyed, Sergio turned to face only her. Her eyes widen when she got a good look at his face, she grabbed onto the side of the desk. "Do I need one?" He challenged. The teacher shook her head, "Just have a seat." She went back around the desk, sitting in her seat. He glared at her once more, "That's what I was doing, Ms. Olson." He gritted his teeth. He should have just stayed home.

Hushed whispers scattered around the room. Hiding his limp, he walked over to his usual desk towards the back. Lazily tossing his backpack onto the floor, and flopping his battered body into his chair. He leaned back in his chair, his head hung low. The teacher soon began continuing the lesson. Sergio couldn't focus with the pain. The pills he took earlier haven't kicked in yet. He brought another bottle of pain killers, too. In case he couldn't take the pain.

Sergio lazily got his backpack and moved onto the next class. As he walked the hallways a kid that was rushing by bumped into him, making pain shoot up his leg. Sergio proceeded to accidentally slam them against the lockers. Just make it through the day, he thought to himself. He purposely avoided his school friends, not wanting them to ask questions on why his face looked the way it did. Of course, he got some looks from students It was within reason, what teen looks like he'd been through hell and back.

Now in his next class, he spun a pen in between his fingers. His mind going back to last nights events. The loud crowd, the cracks of bone, blood, all of it. He felt excited to get back into it full force. He wanted to head down to the gym and begin practicing after school. Brett let him know that there would be new things coming for the Ring. Axel had plans on how to bring more attention to the fights, more money. He only needed one missing piece to the puzzle. That being Sergio.

Sergio dropped the pen, as pain shot up his leg again. Standing up he walked out. When the teacher protested his leave, he made the lame excuse that he was going to the bathroom. Limping down the empty halls, he stopped at the water fountain. Placing two pills into his mouth, he took a drink. He looked down at his knee in annoyance. Sergio wasn't one to go to doctors over these types of injuries. That would only arise suspicion. Instead, Axel paid a man to attend to these kind of injuries. The man was sketchy, but it got the job done. He had an apartment, that contained many things a hospital would. The equipment was without a doubt stolen.

Sergio would have to stop by and make sure nothing was broken. Maybe the old doc could give him something stronger. The last thing he wanted was for his practices to get pushed back because of an injury like this. Sergio wasn't the kind to take rest days. He'd be ready for another fight in no time. The Ring was taking over his mind. He hadn't even thought about the game with Hannah. Maybe she would just forget about, so he could focus his full time on the Ring.

Sergio was just about to head back to his class, when someone approached him. He hadn't noticed anyone walking in the halls, too deep in his thoughts. Looking up he frowned, seeing Hannah there. He didn't care that she would catch a glimpse of his bruised face. He pretended to be in thought, for a moment, "Not interested." He deadpanned. Slightly confused, as to what this could even be about. She looked like a woman on a mission. He wanted no part of it. Already questioning how she manage to find him.

Slightly confused now as to what this was about, but he didn't really care enough. It seemed the only times they spoke to one another was always about the game. Well, minus the few other times. For a second he tried to think back to their last conversation. It wasn't like it ended on bad terms, where it would make them not want to talk to each other. Yes, he was a little irritated at the time, but he got over it. He had new things to focus on. He wouldn't waste anymore time on this one person, for a game.

Having joined the fighting scene again, he needed to make adjustments. It was basically working a full time job. It was in a way, since he was being paid large sums of money. He needed to drop anything that could get in his way. The game he started with Hannah was out of pure boredom. Seeing as the game only worked at night, that cut into his Ring time. Maybe he would use this chance to break the news to her. Of course, he wouldn't tell her the real reason why he was ending the game. He tilted his head slightly, "Actually, we do need to talk. It's game over. You win." He said it simply.

With that he pushed past her and headed down the hall, towards his class. He shoved his hands into his grey sweats, focusing his gaze on the ground. Once again hiding his limp. Sergio was always aware of rumors about him. He would catch a few because his friends told him, other than that he didn't listen to them. He wasn't into checking his social media either. But of course, things revolving around Sergio were bound to get out. Even if it things he himself made no comment on. Eyes were always on him.