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Andrei’s opponent took advantage of his momentary lack of focus when he was worried about me to launch his first
attack. Rude. He landed the first hit, which Andrei took like a pro. 1 could feel that he almost enjoyed it. He was
calm, like he was feeling out the other guy’s skills first.
Andrei might’ve been calm, but my anger was coming to the surface watching the other guy in the ring with him.
He was so f**king smug it was irritating. I found myself wishing I could give Andrei some of my anger. Since I’d
learned how to control it better, it was quite useful, especially when sparring. It amped up the intensity for me. I felt
stronger and faster when I was using my anger.
Andrei pushed as shole #1 back, then I caught him looking at me, a look of surprise on his face. I saw it, but it didn’t
quite register as I was still busy thinking about how I wanted to share my anger with him.
We watched as Andrei played it safe with his opponent for a few more minutes, but then we all saw it happen. It
looked exactly like what they’d been telling me happened when my switch flipped. Andrei’s switch flipped and he
went from defense to offense in a split second.
“Holy shi t, who knew he had a switch too,” Misha said behind me.
Once he switched, I could feel Andrei’s anger just as clearly as Adrik and Ivan. I could also clearly feel that his was
feeding into mine, the same way the other two did. There was a difference to him, too. While both Adrik and Ivan
felt like chaos personified, Andrei’s anger was quiet. Controlled, but no less deadly. I found myself happy to feel it.
I wanted to tell the guys what I was feeling, but I didn’t want to interrupt Andrei’s focus, so I waited. While as shole
#1 had started the match thinking that he had the upper hand, it was very obvious that he was sadly mistaken.
Andrei was on the attack and that guy couldn’t do anything but try to defend himself as best he could. He kept
trying to position himself against the ropes, but each time Andrei would push him away from the ropes. They knew
if someone got caught on the ropes, the match was essentially done. He was trying to end the match without an
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As shole #1 gave out before he could get the match ended. His legs gave out on him and he tripped trying to step
away from Andrei. He landed hard on the mat and stayed down long enough that we all knew he was done for. We
watched him tap the mat twice, indicating that he gave up and was clearly admitting defeat. Andrei simply turned
away from him, wulking back toward us. Once he was facing away from the others, we saw him smile. My heart
might’ve swelled watching him take pride in what had just happened.
He climbed out of the ring, wiping the swent from his face. He caught my eye and I knew he had something he
wanted to talk about, but he stayed quiet as it was Misha’s turn. Once Misha climbed into the ring, Andrei took his
spot behind me. He leaned forward, quietly saying, “whatever you just did for me, do the same for him. It helped.”
Adrik and Ivan both heard him as well. They turned to look at me and then him. I looked back at Andrei, somewhat
surprised. “I don’t know what I just did though.”
“Whatever you were thinking about, think the same with Misha. You’ll see,” he said.
Misha pulled his shirt off, tossing it back toward us. He felt nervous, too. The same as Andrei did when his match
first started. I watched as shole #7 climb into the ring. He had a little less bravado than his buddy, but he was still
more smug than I would’ve liked. It suddenly hit me. I could push my anger to Andrei. It wasn’t his switch; it was my
switch that flipped.
I heard him chuckle quietly behind me. “Do it again,” was all he said.
I started to think about the same things with Misha as I had for Andrei. I wanted to push my anger to him to give
him even more of an advantage. It was clear with Bubba that he didn’t need my help, but I wanted an extra “f**k
you” to those two as sholes. Misha was holding his own with his opponent, learning his moves just as Andrei had
done. I concentrated on my anger, noticing that both Ivan and Adrik felt it this time, looking down at
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They looked back at Misha just in time to see the switch flip with him just as it had with Andrei. He switched to
offense in the blink of an eye. He was faster than Andrei, as Misha was a little leaner than the other guys. He was
similar to Adrik’s build. He probably had an easier time finding suits than the other four guys. But he was just as
strong. Combined with his speed, it meant the other guy never had a chance.
Like Andrei, I could now feel Misha’s anger. I wasn’t surprised at all to find out that there was a feeling of f**kery in
his anger. He was working to figure out how best to embarrass that guy in front of everyone, for maximum humor
and maximum embarrassment. I fully supported it.
While Andrei drug out his match, emasculating his opponent by exhausting him in front of everyone, Misha made
quick work of as shole #2. He took his legs out from under him, sending him to the mat hard and fast. It knocked
the wind out of the guy. He almost lost consciousness, but managed to hang on. He was smart enough to tap out
though. He didn’t want a repeat of that fall. Misha stood over him for a moment while the guy tried to catch his
breath. He didn’t say a word, he just stared him down as he watched him struggle to breathe for a moment. I don’t
think those two are going to be a problem anymore.
When Misha climbed out of the ring, he looked straight at me, his eyes wide. “How did you do that?” he asked
quietly.
Adrik noticed the looks from some of the other guys. He said quietly, “not now. Not here.”
We all nodded. Viktor and Stephen walked up, congratulating Misha and Andrei. They picked up on something, but
didn’t ask about it while we were still with everyone else. Aleksei walked over, clearly amused at what had just
happened. “I’m going to get enjoyment out of this for a very long time,” he said. The other guys that had been with
Vitaliy for years were also clearly enjoying it.
Vitaliy walked up, a small smile on his face. “You’ve given me a treat this morning,” he said before walking back into
the gym to complete his own workout with Aleksei.
Adrik, smirking, told the guys to come to the penthouse before getting cleaned up so we could take advantage of
having the penthouse to ourselves for a few minutes before Vitaliy and Aleksei got done.
Once upstairs, Viktor and Stephen were curious about what happened, as they weren’t close enough to hear Andrei
after his match. Andrei said, “I don’t know how, but she managed to push her anger to me. It was like an in sane
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power boost for me.” He looked to Misha. “You felt it too, right?”
“Yeah, it was like Mario eating one of those magic mushrooms,” he said, his wide smile stretching across his face.
Adrik looked at me, surprised. He’d been feeling me pushing things to him for a while now, but neither of us knew
I’d be able to do it with anyone else. “Is it the same with them?” he asked, curious.
“I don’t think so. It was more difficult. They feel different, too,” I said.
“Your anger levels were off the charts, princess. I could feel that,” Ivan said.
“I think I had to get to that level to be able to push it to them. I can do it much easier with you and easier still with
Adrik.”
“You guys saw the switch flip, right?” Andrei asked. Everyone nodded. “It wasn’t my switch. I don’t have a switch.
Neither does Misha. It was her
switch.”
“It was exactly like watching Sephie when hers flips,” Stephen said. “It was clear when it happened. I think everyone
saw it, even.”
“It was impressive. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two look that good in a practice match. When your life is really
on the line, sure, but not when you know it’s a practice match,” Viktor said.
“They feel different to you?” Ivan asked.
“Yeah. You and Adrik are similar in that you’re both very chaotic with your anger. It’s controlled, but barely.
Although, it’s becoming more so lately. Andrei is quiet and very controlled, but just as deadly. Misha’s might be my
favorite, just because he delights in it. I can feel the f**kery increase with his anger,” I said, laughing.
Misha laughed loudly. “You knew I was trying to find a way to embarrass him as much as possible.”
“Yep. You both did, just in different ways. I’ve never been more proud,” I said.
Viktor, ever the proud older brother, said, “I don’t think those two will be a problem moving forward. They might
quit after today.” His deep belly laugh filled the kitchen.