The shock was hard to miss on Colton's face when Zyana took to the ring, and it had taken every ounce of self control he had not to rush it once she did. "What the fuck?" he growled, less irritated with her fighting than he was with her mere existence at that moment. "Can't I get a few goddamn hours?"<br/><br/>Dalton chuckled. "Shoulda been paying more attention there Jenkins, looks like the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."<br/><br/>"Shut the hell up, Dalton," he sneered, his stormy gaze fixated on the match as the bell rung and the sprawl began. If his heart could still beat, it would have been pounding through his chest, but instead his hands hardened into fists, his short, well manicured nails digging into his own flesh as he watch on while Zyana's opponent landed one strike and then another. "Dammit, Z, fucking do something," he murmured under his breath, rising to his feet abruptly as her smaller fist made contact with her larger opposition. This bout of success, and Colton's subtle relief was short lived though, and soon agility proved who was the more skilled fighter despite what equality their disciplines offered, and Zyana got violently snapped back into reality.<br/><br/>The shriek was familiar in his ears, as this wasn't the first fight Zyana had been a part of. Colton had put her up against himself on a number of occasions to help her conform to her new strengths. However there was a stark difference in the way she bellowed then and how she had with him. This time Zyana had been actually injured. Not fighting him, her opponent hadn't much reason to hold back and Zyana had little pull where her whining would have helped her. If anything, who Zane Rivers was, gave him plenty of reason to be ruthless. She had something to prove. He was in for the kicks.<br/><br/>"Damn, man," Dalton half chuckled with jubilant shock. "Tough break there Jenkins," he joked, albeit in purposefully bad taste, but he knew the girl would be fine. Colton on the other hand was gone.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"What the fuck are you doing here...no...no...what the fuck are you doing in the goddamn ring is the more important question!" He didn't knock, he didn't so much as say hey as he barged into Zyana's dressing room, nearly sending the door itself from its hinges. Any body who may have been in the room with her were then directed not too pleasantly to, "Get out," a demand he drove home with the inferno of his stare though he looked at no one else but Meghan.<br/><br/>"I could get over the fact you being here to spectate, but fucking fight? Have you lost your mind!?" His stride all but charged her once the rest in attendance filed out and he slammed the door behind him. "What part avoid self harm didn't you understand? Or did you think you're just that badass that youcould just waltz in here and own the place?"