Paul brought in a deep intake of air through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. It felt good to have a mouth guard in his mouth, clenched between teeth as he looked at the man across from him, a fellow classmate. "Alright, clean fight, no cheating or cheap shots!" The two men nodded to the umpire and they shook hands once more and then took their stances. Within only a moment, the bell rang and they were wrestling, hands jabbing at each other's sides and faces. Legs came up, knees nearly hit their marks and fist hurt no matter what. Sweat began to form on the skin, causing the glistening effect that happened. The first three rounds went without any blood shed, but the fourth brought forth the first blood. Paul was hit in the face, a cut caused by the gloves formed on his forehead and began to bleed, some making it into his face. It dripped down his cheek and off his chin to the mat below them.

As the bell rang again, he went to his corner and let his medic take a look. "It is pretty good one, Paul... Let me put something on it." Paul nodded, let his mouth guard get taken out, and took a swig of water before he took another swig and spit it out. Some blood came out of their. "I think he loosened a tooth in the back." His trainer smiled and patted his shoulder. "We will fix that in the locker room." He referred to some magic that could fix it, since all of his people were magical, it would work out perfectly.

The man got back up and they went at it again, three more rounds and more blood came. His opponent soon had a good cut right above his eye and he had a blood nose, but they were both getting tired. It was time to end this! Paul waited for the perfect chance and finally, got him down on the ground, holding him their and sending a few punches to his sides. It wasn't long before the two were breathing hard, on the ground and Ben was unable to fight back. Two hits on the mat were all that was needed...

"TAP OUT!" Paul got up slowly, grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him up slowly. "You okay?" Ben smiled and nodded. "I'll see you tonight man." Paul nodded and went to his corner, where the blood was wiped off his face, Vaseline was put on it and the crowd went wild. His trainer came up to him and whispered in his ear. "Hey, one of the girls you sent tickets to came, she is in your box." Paul's eyes shot up and took a moment to find his box and he smiled at Arianna. "Make sure she gets to the locker room, I want to see my sister and I don't want her getting lost in this crowd." Even though he regretted everything, he wanted to fix their relationship.

"And the winner tonight is... Paul Madigan!" He was congratulated by the judges as well as Ben, who told him that he was gonna be at a local pub. He told Paul he would give the bouncers his name privately and a password so Paul could join him in the back private bar. Paul shook his hand and he got out of the cage. His manager came out and motioned to Ari to come too.

Back in the locker room, he was quick to at least get the sweaty pants replaced with something else, but he was too hot for a shirt. (And no, he didn't think by looks) It felt like the heat had been turn on and yet it was summer with no relief on the whole cooling down thing. It he wasn't surrounded by three muggles looking at his cuts and bruises, he would have used magic to give a small breeze, but he had about fifteen minutes of their worry to last him. Paul had yet to be joined by his manager, but he knew the man would be working through the crowds and fighting the people wanting to make it into the locker room. That was one thing he wished would go away sometimes. Sure, he had enjoyed it back in the day, but after taking that leave and coming back, sometimes he didn't want to hands all over him. The sound of the door opening made him look over his shoulder as a muggle put some bandages on his side where a cut had managed to get placed.

Beside his manager was his sister and he smiled wide at her. "Better be decent, Paul." Paul looked at the medics and pushed them aside so he could walk over. A few bruises could wait, he needed to see his sister. "I am. I swear it." Though he still didn't have his shirt on, he still felt like it was a sauna in here. The muggle medic was about to force him down if he didn't finish getting bandaged up. "Please, I just want to see my sister. She came all the way to see me and I want to at least talk to her without you fussing." Paul was trying to be polite, but until he could get away from the muggles, he had no way to get to a magical healer and have the worst of the bruises and cuts healed.

"Good thing you still have your sparkling personality, big brother." Paul smiled and opened his arms. He might have been sweaty, but he really hoped she would hug him. He knew they had a problematic past with what had happened. But, he wanted to make up for that as best as he could. He probably still had a price on his head by her husband, for all he knew, the man hated him.