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It’s mid way through the regular season, and the centaurs are getting ready to play Toronto. It’s a game that most of the guys were pumped for, all except for Shane. Torontos newest centre Ashton, seemed to have a lot of nasty opinions, especially regarding him and Ilya. He certainly didn’t mind sharing, when given the chance.
“Now I want a clean by the rule book game. No bullshit and no unnecessary trips to the penalty box. No matter how much they try to get under your skin” Coach Weibe makes a point to look at Ilya.
Ilya places his hand over his heart” scouts honour Coach, I promised the wife no fighting tonight” Ilya makes a point to look over and wink at Shane, earning a chorus of laughter from his teammates.
“Asshole” Shane mumbles as he finishes taping his stick.
Ilya stands to address his team “listen up” moving to the centre of the locker room. “We know those assholes love running their mouths, so tonight we give them something to talk about. Whilst they are busy sitting on their bench fucking bitching, we are out there playing fucking hockey. We aren’t going to stoop down to their level, we will challenge them to reach ours. So go out there and show Toronto exactly what we are fucking made off”
A chorus of cheers and whoops fill the room, as the players start to head out into the hallway.
Ilya grabs Shane’s wrist as he is heading for the door. “He is an asshole okay. Don’t let him get to you” Ilya doesn’t need to use any names, shane knew exactly who he is talking about.
Out on the ice, Shane works through his usual warm up routine. He skates around to warm his body up, practices his stops, he works through some puck handing drills with Luca, takes a few shots on goal with Wyatt and then finishes up with some stretching. By the time warm up was over he is feeling good in both his mind and body.
As Shane skates to centre ice for his shift in the first period, he comes face to face with Ashton. “Shane fucking Hollander taking a break from being that fags fleshlight to play some hockey” he sneers in Shane’s direction. Shane does his best to ignore him, he ends up winning possession of the puck. Weaving through Toronto’s defence, Shane keeps possession of the puck. He fakes a shot to the left and then sends the puck over the goalies right shoulder and into the back of the net. Opening up the scoring board. The roar of the centaurs fan, and the hugs from his lineman’s has him feeling fucking incredible.
During his next shift, Shane bends down ready for the next face off. “You used to that position Hollander, that Russian fag put you in it each night” Ashton spits in Shane’s direction. Shane bites his tongue as he looks over to be referee, who unsurprisingly says nothing. Ashton’s remark had the desired effect, causing Shane to lose the face off. Shane takes off in pursuit of the puck, he just crosses over the blue line when Ashton slams him into the boards. “Fucking fag” he whispers down at Shane. A chorus expletives are yelled out from both the centaurs bench and fans as Ashton makes a show of skating away from Shane.
When his shift is over, Shane skates back to the bench. “Are you okay” Ilya asks full of concern as Shane sits next to him. “Yep” Shane takes a drink from his bottle.
“what did he say”
“Doesn’t matter” Shane mumbles not wanting to talk about it.
“It does matter, you are upset Shane” Ilya replies.
“I don’t want to talk about it okay. He’s a fucking asshole”
As the lines change again Shane gets ready for the face off, already anticipating some shit to come out of Ashton’s mouth. Ashton takes his spot at centre ice, glancing over to the centaurs bench before smiling at Shane. “So does that pretty boy husband of yours still fuck girls on the side” Ashton laughs “you know what they say, once a man whore always a man whore”.
“What the fuck did you just say” Shane stands and makes a move to grab Ashton, the referee steps between them. Seeing the potential for a fight, both team’s fans go wild.
“You fucking heard me Hollander”
“you need to shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you” Shane snaps
”you fucking threatening me”
“no I’m not threatening you, I’m fucking promising you” Shane spits out
“Hollander, Ashton enough” the referee warns.
Shane wins the face off and flys down the ice with the puck. Realising he doesn’t have anywhere to send the puck, he sends it over to Luca. He goes to skate around to the back of the net, when Ashton hooks his stick around Shane’s skate and sends him careening into Toronto’s goalie and net. Luca and young move in quickly to protect Shane as he gets back on his skates.Boos from around the stadium turn to cheers and celebrations as a referee escorts Ashton to the penalty box and a 2 minute penalty is called over the sound system. .
“You are alright Shane” Luca asks
“Yeah” Shane mumbles as they skate over to centre ice.
Soon enough the siren sounds for the first intermission break. Shane is off the bench and heading for the locker room.
”god he is such an asshole” Shane grunts as he heads to his locker.
“What the fuck is up with that dickhead” Wyatt asks.
“Yeah he really seems to have one against you today holzy” Troy says.
“He is fucking asshole” Ilya replies as he rips his helmet off.
“Seriously man just say the word and I’ll lay him the fuck out. I haven’t had a good fight in a while” Bood offers.
Ilya sits down next to Shane on the bench. “Does anything hurt Moya Lyubov” he watches as Shane stretches out the shoulder that took most of impact.
“A bit. I just don’t know what the fuck his problem is”
“If he keeps going after you, then I’m going to be his biggest problem” Ilya states matter of factly.
Shane’s first shift of second period had him once again facing Ashton. “You must be proud of your faggot husband, captain of a team of gays. Did he fuck his way through the female population now he’s working his way through all the men” Ashton smirks “no wonder Russia were so happy to get rid of him, the fucking fag. You’re both an embarrassment to hockey” Ashton spits onto the ice and then looks up at Shane again, face full of disgust.
“If you mention my husband again, I’m going to lay you the fuck out. Do you understand, you dumb fucking incel” Shane warns.
“Ohhh scary. What are you going to do about it, get your cocksucking guard dog to come fight me. Better be careful, might turn him on. Bit of foreplay for you sick fucks” Ashton chuckles.
Shane doesn’t even think,he just drops his gloves and throws his helmet on the ice. He lunges at Ashton. Grabbing the front of his jersey with one hand, as he starts laying punches into him. His fist connects with Ashton’s nose, blood starts dripping down onto the ice. Ashton then lands his own punch along Shane’s jawline, sending jolts of pain shooting across his face. Shane is able to gain the upper hand and push Ashton off balance, and crashing into the ice. Straddling his waist, Shane lands a punch right on Ashtons cheek bone, and is rewarded with a sickening crack from under his fist. “I fucking told you” Shane yells, with so much force it physically hurts his chest.
The referees try their best to separate the two men. “Don’t you ever fucking talk about my husband like that again” he spits out as he continues punching Ashton. His knuckles start to hurt from the force. Ashton is able to land a brutal punch to the corner of Shane’s mouth, causing Shane to spit up blood onto the ice.
“You do that again and you’ll be leaving the ice on a fucking stretcher” Shane cops a punch just above his left eye, splitting his eyebrow. Blood starts dripping down his face,but it doesn’t stop him.
“You” punch “fucking” punch “piece” punch “of” punch “shit”. Two sets of hands grab at him, trying to pry him off. “I fucking hate you” Shane growls. Hands grab at his arms, trying to contain him.
“Shane stop. That’s enough” Ilya’s voice catches him off guard long enough for both Ilya and Troy to pull him off Ashton. He immediately snaps back to his surroundings. The roar of fans all around the arena fills his ears, the shocked look of his teammates on the bench. He looks down and sees the knuckles on his right hand split open and bleeding out onto the ice. “Shane what happened, what did he d-” ilya starts before he is interrupted.
“Hollander get off the ice and into med bay now ” the referee yells at him. Shane takes one more look at Ashton, who is now standing up. He is all bloodied and cut up, and it makes Shane so fucking happy to see. “I fucking told you” Shane hisses as he points in Ashton direction, before turning and skating off the ice. The centaurs fans go wild, cheering and clapping as Shane leaves.
“Alright this is going to sting” Terry the team doctor warns as he starts cleaning all of Shane’s wounds. He starts by cleaning the split on the inside of Shane’s lip “alright hold this gauze on your lip for 5 then we will switch to an ice pack” Terry instructs. “This is going to sting” He gets to work cleaning and dressing the open wounds on the knuckles of Shane’s right hand.
“Ah fuck” Shane hisses out. His last job is to clean and stitch up Shane’s eyebrow.
“Alright, I have done what I can for now. You’ll need to come visit me after every practice so I can make sure none of these wounds get infected okay.
“Ok, thanks” Shane mumbles.
As they finish up Ilya comes into the room. “I’ll give you two a moment” Terry says as he leaves. Ilya moves to stand in front of Shane, his face full of concern as he scans over Shane’s bloodied face and bandaged hand.
“Moya Lyubov, are you okay. What the fucked happened out there. You never fight like that”
“I know. But he had it coming okay. He kept saying the most vile, disgusting shit about you and I snapped. I don’t regret it Ilya, I wish I could finished the piece of shit off” Shane waves his sore hand around in anger.
“Sweetheart” Ilya gently grabs Shane’s sore hand and places it against his chest.
“I’m just so fucking sick of people commenting on our marriage, on you. I have had enough Ilya. They have no right”
“Shane malysh,I love that you will protect me and our marriage so much. But I don’t ever want you to put yourself in danger especially for a dipshit like him. I couldn’t give a fuck what he thinks of me” Ilya gently kisses the corner of Shane’s mouth.
“I care Ilya. I will always protect what’s mine, and you are mine” Shane kisses Ilya back.
“That’s right. And you are all mine Shane” Ilya quietly growls against Shane’s lips
Shane and Ilya head out of the med bay and are almost at the locker room, when they hear Coach Weibe yell down the hallway. “Hollander, my office now”
“Fuck” Shane mumbles.
“Do you want me to come with you”
“No it’s ok, I need to deal with this” Shane says.
In Coaches office, Shane takes a seat and readies himself for whatever coach has to say. “Shane, what the fuck happened out there. I have never seen you get into a fight like that, in your whole career”
“He had it coming okay. He was being a dick” Shane says feeling very defensive.
“That’s not anything new in this league unfortunately. You know that, you’ve dealt with people like Ashton your whole career. What happened out there”
“He is a homophobic piece of shit, that’s what happened. He was making disgusting comments about me and ilya. Saying stuff I don’t even want to repeat okay. Did I handle it the right way, maybe not. Do I regret it, no fucking way. Ilya is my husband and I’m going to protect him on and off the ice”
Coach sits back in his chair and sighs “Look Shane, as your coach I can’t say I agree with how you handled this situation. But as a husband myself, I understand why you did what you did. I wouldn’t be able to listen to someone say horrible things about my wife. That being said, Crowell has already gotten involved and has given you two options, none of which you are going to like. First option you can apologise both privately and publicly to Ashton, aswell as address the issue with the press after the game. Or you can serve a three game suspension”
Shane takes a moment to try and breathe, as anger takes over his body. “There is absolutely no way in hell that I’m apologising for what I did. He deserved every second of that, I’ll take the suspension”
“Are you sure Shane, you can take a moment to think about it”
“I don’t need time, I’m not sorry for defending Ilya” Shane says through clenched teeth.
“Ok,that’s your decision and I respect it. You will still be expected to turn up for practices okay” Shane just nods. “I’m sorry this happened Shane, really. If you want to put a complaint in against Ashton then I will help you however I can okay”
“Thanks Coach”
Shane leaves Weibes office and heads to the locker room. Pain well and truly starting to radiate through his face, a headache forming behind his eyes. He enters the locker room and heads straight to his bench.
“Damn Holzy you got some serious moves on you” Bood says as he starts shadow boxing in front of his locker.
“Clips of that fight are going to be added into compilations on YouTube dude. That was epic”
Wyatt adds from across the room
“Man the way you got him down and just started pummeling the shit out of him. It was beautiful” Troy gets Wyatt on the floor and does a dramatic reenactment. Making everyone in the locker room laugh.
He tries to unlace his skates, as best he can with his bandaged hand. Ilya sits next to him on the bench and takes over the task.
“what did weibe say” Ilya asks quietly. As the guys continue wrestling on the floor.
“I’m suspended for three games”
“shane you are not serious”
“it was either that or I had to apologise. Ilya there is no way in hell that I’m apologising to him. I’m not sorry for what I did, people don’t get to disrespect you like that and expect me to just say nothing”
“i love you so fucking much Shane”
“I love you Ilya”
“go and shower Moya Lyubov, then I will take you home and look after you”
Clips from the fight went viral online. With millions of people liking and sharing. Comments started flooding in.
@shaneslefttit
Shane Hollander fighting is my new kink 🥵🥵🥵
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
Mine too 🥵🤤
@Whore4hollander
Fight me next please 🙏
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
NO!!!!!!!!
@shaneshockeystick
Shane defending his man is fucking hot.
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
My man My man My man 🥵🤤😍
@ottawa_girlie
Shane really said leave my man the fuck alone so hot 🥵
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
Hottest thing EVER🥵
@hollander-69
I need a man to fight for me like that 🥵
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
Not my man, find different one
@only4hollander😍
How does he make fighting look so fucking hot 🥵
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@Ilya_Rozanov✔️
He makes everything hot 🥵 🔥
Photos of Shane from the fight make their way to mainstream media. His sweaty,messy hair and bloodied,bruised face, have people going absolutely feral. Ilya saves and shares every single photo or edit. He changes the wallpaper on his phone and Shane’s caller id photo, to one of his favourites. He also takes every opportunity to remind everyone that, that is his man.