Swirling Storm

The crowd roared to life, as Nicolai slid inside the ring through the gaps between the ropes. He was wearing nothing but red and black shorts, with his hands covered in gloves that only covered half of his fingers. 

"Welcome, sobbing beauty," Zayden taunted him while jumping from one foot to another. His toes moved agilely as he stepped from one side to another. "Are you done moping?" 

"You need to shut that trap of yours, Zay. I can seriously kill you tonight if you taunt me too much," Nicolai snapped at him, the pressure behind his head was getting too strong and his vision was turning redder by the minute. 

Rip…maim..kill.

These words rang again and again in his ears as he looked at his cousin. At that moment, his mind was not even registering that the person in front of him was his own fucking cousin.