Worth the fight

okay.  Let’s sit then.  Drink some water.  Please.”
    I take the water to make Regina happy and try to focus on what the announcer is rattling on about. 
    “ Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for.  The match to end all matches, more than a year and a half in the making.  The man, the myth, the legend, ladies need no introduction, the one, the only Nico ‘The Laaaaaady Killlllller’ Hunter.”
    The crowd goes insane.  Vinny and Max are standing on the top of their seats jumping up and down so hard that I think they might break the chairs.  Nico’s mom, who is normally subdued, is screaming with hands on either side o f her mouth.  And his brothers are high fiving, fist pounding, and jumping up to smash each other with their own chests.  The moment of insanity does wonders for my nerves, I can’t help but smile at our crazy gang. 
    I’m impatiently waiting for Nico to enter the room, but I don’t have to turn to know the minute he steps into the arena.  The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and the room that I didn’t think could get much louder ratchets up ten decibels.  The sound is almost deafening.  I turn to watch him make his way down the aisle, but it’s difficult to see him behind the dozen bleach blonde women in bikinis and high heels who are marching down the aisle in front of him.  Each carries a sign over their head bearing various testaments of love to “The Lady Killer.”
    I try in va in to see his face as he passes, but I’m too short for his sizeable entourage.  It’s not until he steps in the cage do I get a clear shot of his face. One of the brazen, scantily clad bikini girls makes a big commotion bending over in exaggerated form and kissing him on the cheek.  It’s only his side profile, but I catch his jaw clench and I smile to myself knowing the kiss was a setup and clearly unwelcome.  And then he turns, and his eyes land directly on me.  There is no search through the crowd, our eyes just find each other, like metal to a magnet, inexplicably pulled to each other without effort.  He just needs to see I’m really here, but it’s just reinforcement, he knew I was here the minute he walked in the room. 
    After a few minutes, the crowd finally dies down enough for the announcer to speak over them, al though they’re still going pretty strong. 
    “ Ladies and Gentlemen, in the blue corner tonight, we have a man set for revenge.  He’s been waiting eighteen months for his chance to take back his family’s honor…I give you, Trevor ‘The Aaaaaaaa-vennnnnnnnnn-ger’ Crispino.”
    Unlike last time, the crowd doesn’t boo.  Even Nico’ s family falls silent.  There are some cheers from his fans, but most say nothing and I don’t know if it’s out of respect for Nico, his contender, or his late brother.  Either way it sends a chill up my spine at the mere mention of the horror that was his brother’s last fight. 
    After a few more mind- numbing announcements, the two men are sent to their respective corners.  It’s funny how my reason for worry changes, yet the worry stays the same.  The last time I sat in this room I was worried that watching men come to blows would be a trigger for me.  Something that would dredge up the memories of the past that I’d worked so hard to tuck away.  But as I sit here today, I’m still worried about Nico’s fight, yet it no longer has anything to do with my own self-preservation.  All of my worry is for the man in the ring, how he’ll manage to handle striking a face that is all too familiar.  The similarities are haunting and it isn’t even my nightmare.  I worry that he’ll freeze and get hurt, or that he won’t and the emotional damage will take its toll later.  Either way, it’s hard to see a win for Nico at the end of this fight, no matter who comes out the victor.
    I hold my breath as the fight begins and the two men meet in the middle.  I want to look away, save myself the pain of watching it all unravel before my eyes, but I can’t seem to allow myself to blink for fear of missing even a second.  Nico strikes first, not giving his opponent time to even acclimate before knocking him back three steps with a thundering hit to the left side of his jaw. 
    As much as I struggle seeing the two men fighting to win something back, something that was taken wrongly from both of them, there is a sense of relief that Nico seems to be back to fighting the way that made him a