Tyler's POV

I stood, rounding his body like a lion ready to prance at its prey. I was ready to knock him off his two feet, wipe that grin off of his face and watch him bleed on the ground. It's what I lived for.

He stood in front of me pompously, his wrapped fist smacking against one another as he let his silver eyes zone in on me dangerously. Any other opponent would have been intimidated but not me. I was Blaze, that's what they called me, I set fire to anything I touched and burnt it till their skin charred and melted off.

For the two years I've been fighting here, I was already one of the most feared fighters here. That's why those murderous eyes didn't faze me, I had those eyes as well, I would be even more scarier when I pin you to the ground and pummel my fist into your face. That was my plan for the guy bouncing on his heels in front of me like a raccoon on cocaine.

He smirked, I sneered. My boss tapped my shoulder and whispered into my ear to bring the money home. As usual, I reassured him I would and I never back down from my words. I always win and I never lose.

This is all for a purpose. What I'm doing is for a purpose. It's for her, to save the last soul that I actually care about in this world because of my messed up family. I couldn't afford to lose one fight or else it would shorten the little supply of survival I had. Up to seven thousand dollars a night, I fight one night a week, losing was not on my list of things to do this year.

Silver cocked his head to the side and cracked his neck as he flexed his muscles. This arrogant newbie didn't know who his match was, and I commended him for his bravery. He was the one who picked me and whiles everyone suggested he fought someone else he thought because he weighed 180 pounds and was as toned as most likely Dwayne Johnson he could take the skinny college kid who was me.

But it wasn't about weight or muscle or height. It was about technique, skills, agility, speed, reaction time. I didn't need the muscle to throw a deadly punch; I needed speed and force. And from the looks of it, he lacked none of the above.

The bell above us rang, and I blinked once. All the surrounding noise sipped back into my ears and I could hear them chanting my name repeatedly. Blaze, Blaze, Blaze. That's who I was, and that's who I'll always be.

I pushed myself off of the bench and made my way towards the referee who stood in the middle of us. He proceeded to giving us instructions to shake each other's hands and out of respect I stuck my hand out but Mr arrogant Silver slapped it away and sneered in my direction. I smirked and shrugged as I recoiled my hand back.

The bell went off again, and the referee stumbled out of the ring. I gritted my teeth together as I studied Silver, who bounced on his feet excitedly. His left hand was already placed in front of him in a striking motion, but his right hand was on his side and not blocking his face. I scoffed, knowing that those were the simple rules of boxing. Always block the face.

And with my balled up fist, I stared at him straight in the eye, smirking as I pulled back my fist and sent a jab flying towards his cheek, like I expected him to do, he quickly blocked my jab but I swiped my feet under his left leg that I realized he avoided hopping on too much and he fell to the ground with a humph. I quickly climbed on top of him and let my fist collide with his cheek, he screamed in agony and I knew the spot would burn like a bitch.

And that's why they call me Blaze.