#hyperblaze

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“Get up.” All Hypershock could do in response was wheeze, rolling over onto his back as he stared up at the ceiling. He could taste blood, likely seeping onto his tongue from his busted lip, or maybe even a tooth it was hard to tell. His world was spinning around him with that last hit he took, and all he could even hope to focus on was the man slowly circling around him, and the sound of the referee counting him out.

“Did you hear me? Get up!” Sawblaze spat, eyes locked on where Hypershock was laid out before him, beaten and bloodied but grinning all the same. Hypershock was fucking with him no doubt, throwing the damn fight because Sawblaze knew that there was more fight left in him. It’d be all over too fast, too soon if Hypershock went down now and didn’t get back to his feet and get himself back in this damn match. “I know you’re not done...”

Thankfully, much to Sawblaze’s relief, Hypershock gave a weak laugh and rolled himself over again, this time pushing himself up onto his hands and knees as the countdown continued. Sawblaze took half a step back, waiting to see if he could actually get back to his feet, or if he’d finally knocked something loose in that big dumb head of his. The count gets low, but before the match can be called, Hypershock pushes himself back up, stumbling just a little before getting his fists up in front of him. When he flashed Sawblaze the best winning smile he could muster right then, his teeth were stained with blood. He looked ridiculous. Hypershock always looked ridiculous.

“Good.” Sawblaze huffed, catching his breath for half a second before he motioned for Hypershock to come at him with everything he had left.

* * *

“Up,” Sawblaze muttered, staring down at Hypershock as he leaned over him. He slipped his hand down, resting his palm against Hypershock’s throat, pushing up on his chin to make him tilt his head back and look up at him. “Get up.”

Hypershock’s eyes were wide, locked on the man standing in front of him like he couldn’t believe what was happening. Maybe Sawblaze really had knocked something in his head loose with that final hit? Maybe he was just finally going crazy. Maybe he was reading far too much into what Sawblaze was saying, how he was touching him. Looking at him. The stunned expression on Hypershock’s face slowly melted into confusion, brows furrowing and the beaming smile that he’d been wearing since the two stumbled out of the ring finally turned to a frown.

“Wha-”

“You heard me, get up, Hypershock.” Sawblaze cut him off with a commanding tone, eyes narrowed as he gripped Hypershock’s throat, just enough to pull him up, but not so much to actually cut off his breath. Hypershock followed his hand beautifully, scrambling to his feet at Sawblaze’s order. As soon as he was standing, Sawblaze gabbed Hypershock’s shirt with his other hand to pull him around, turning and shoving him back against the lockers with a loud clatter.

“Awe, hey c’mon ‘Blaze!” Hypershock said with a bit of a nervous laughter, holding his hands up in a defensive manner. “You already won the fight, what else do you want?”

You. Just you.

“An apology would be nice.” Sawblaze said instead, keeping his hand placed firmly over Hypershock’s  throat, though he didn’t press into it. “That was a cheap fucking shot there at the end.”

“You should have floored me when you had the chance then.” Hypershock said lowly, breath hitching as Sawblaze stepped closer. So close. “Never going to win the tournament if you don’t go in for the kill now and again.”

“Big talk for the guy who lost today’s fight.” Sawblaze said.

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