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[The 'private' fights that he was hosting for the Independance Day party went off without a hitch. High rollers vied for the best fighters and the bar was bringing in more money than the government would ever know about. The qualifying rounds had started at noon and still weren't over. The money incentive had brought in bigger fighters than it had the boys laying bets. As luck tended to smile down on Ares, he had put himself in the qualfying rounds. After two fights with some of his regular fighters, Ares was set up against a 6'5 mass of muscle with long blond hair and a Texan drawl. He was sure the man popped steriods like breath mints. If there was one thing Ares learned from his lives on Earth, it was that the bigger they are the harder they fall. A few ducks, jabs and a very hard crack to the man's knee left the giant on the floor crying in pain. "That's what you get for trying to fight in my ring with drugs instead of skills."
When the medics dragged the bloodied and broken man from the stage, Ares smirk to himself. His ears didn't hear the crowd roar or the bets increase all he heard was the thump of his heart from the adrenaline of the fight. It wasn't the pride in winning that he loved, itwas purely the act of the fight. Too many people thought differently. Too many people seemed to think that just because he won fights that he was all about the win. No, that wsa very much his older sister's thing. Leav the winning to Athena, just get him in the battle. Ares was feeling at his best, though. He had time off between the others qualfying and the next round so he grabbed his towel and wiped the sweat off before heading over to the bar.
As Ares looked over to the bar he saw one of the men who qualified earlier in the day starting shit with Anteros. Furrowing his brows, he stood back to see how his son would handle it. After all, he believed that Anteros was more of a fighter than anyone gave him credit for. He was the only one of his children with Aphrodite that was more like him than her. As Anteros dropped the man to the floor only to turn into a wild wolverine of violence on the fighter, Ares decided it was time to step in. Grabbing him from under his arms, Ares pulled his to his feet only to dodge just in time as Anteros reacted to him. Ares could see the realization set into Anteros as he back limp in his arms. Smiling, he ruffled his son's hair and sent him to the showers. Sending a text to the man running the qualifiers, Ares deemed this fight Anteros' qualifying round and made sure he was on the list to continue fighting.
As for the fucker on the ground, Ares kicked in him the ribs a few times before leaned down over him. 'Never fuck with that boy again. You have been officially disqualified. Now get the fuck out.' The man groaned in pain as he got to his feet and stumbled towards the door. Ares gave a gesture to his bouncers and not seeing Anteros around followed the fighter out. The homophobic fighter would pay further, just out of the prying eyes of others.]
Had a great time at my fights. Anteros you made if farther than anyone would have guessed. Which made for my bets on you doing very well. I'm proud of you.
When the medics dragged the bloodied and broken man from the stage, Ares smirk to himself. His ears didn't hear the crowd roar or the bets increase all he heard was the thump of his heart from the adrenaline of the fight. It wasn't the pride in winning that he loved, itwas purely the act of the fight. Too many people thought differently. Too many people seemed to think that just because he won fights that he was all about the win. No, that wsa very much his older sister's thing. Leav the winning to Athena, just get him in the battle. Ares was feeling at his best, though. He had time off between the others qualfying and the next round so he grabbed his towel and wiped the sweat off before heading over to the bar.
As Ares looked over to the bar he saw one of the men who qualified earlier in the day starting shit with Anteros. Furrowing his brows, he stood back to see how his son would handle it. After all, he believed that Anteros was more of a fighter than anyone gave him credit for. He was the only one of his children with Aphrodite that was more like him than her. As Anteros dropped the man to the floor only to turn into a wild wolverine of violence on the fighter, Ares decided it was time to step in. Grabbing him from under his arms, Ares pulled his to his feet only to dodge just in time as Anteros reacted to him. Ares could see the realization set into Anteros as he back limp in his arms. Smiling, he ruffled his son's hair and sent him to the showers. Sending a text to the man running the qualifiers, Ares deemed this fight Anteros' qualifying round and made sure he was on the list to continue fighting.
As for the fucker on the ground, Ares kicked in him the ribs a few times before leaned down over him. 'Never fuck with that boy again. You have been officially disqualified. Now get the fuck out.' The man groaned in pain as he got to his feet and stumbled towards the door. Ares gave a gesture to his bouncers and not seeing Anteros around followed the fighter out. The homophobic fighter would pay further, just out of the prying eyes of others.]
Had a great time at my fights. Anteros you made if farther than anyone would have guessed. Which made for my bets on you doing very well. I'm proud of you.