Can You Fight? [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

"Hey Gen!" one of my fighter friends, Xander, greeted me with a smile as I entered the premises of the fight.  

"Sup' Xander," I greeted back with a curt nod. Xander was your typical street fighter. He had dark brown hair paired with dark eyes and tattoos everywhere. He towered over me at his height of 6"4' and muscles, but I can still beat the shit out of him in five minutes, tops. 

"Good luck out there," Xander said. 

"Thanks. You too." He gave me a nod as I moved past him to the fight area. 

"Gen! Gen! Gen!" the crowd cheered as soon as I stepped inside the circle of people to face my opponent. 

My opponent was huge burly guy with tattoos everywhere. Fighting this guy's gonna be so fun. 

First, I started with my usual circling to get an idea of what I was working with. This guy has terrible footwork and a weak left side. This could be used to my advantage. I jabbed him a bit on his right, but he deflected most of the hit. That means I should never attempt to hit the right; he has an amazing defense there. 

"Are just gonna walk around princess? Or are you gonna fight me?" my opponent taunted. I gave him a huge smirk. Taunting already? Wow this guy's impatient. 

I threw him off by punching his face; I heard the crunch of bone. He was taken aback with him clutching his bloody nose. I looked at my hand covered with his blood. I better make sure to wash it off before I get back home. The crowd gathered around us continued to scream and cheer. 

"Gen! Gen! GEN!" 

Mr. Impatient threw a couple blind punches at me, but I dodged all of them. This guy's such an amateur. Now it's time for some well deserved taunting. 

"My mom can throw better punch than you!" I taunted at him. He became even more pissed: perfect. He raced towards me at full speed in complete anger. I moved a bit to the side and stuck out my leg. Him, being a complete idiot, didn't look down. He tripped over my leg and fell head first into the rowdy crowd. The crowd threw him back to the center rather forcefully and he fell flat on the ground causing a cut on his forehead. He sat up and closed his eyes. Red, warm blood started oozing out of the cut, trickling down his destroyed face. 

My opponent got back up again. He swung at my hip, but he missed. I took this chance to jab at his left hip causing him to fall down again. He got back up and started circling me. I started to do the same. Sweat trickled down my face and down my neck causing my stray hairs to get stuck. I was breathing heavily and so was he. 

Mr. Impatient threw a couple of unexpected jabs at me that hit me in the ribs. I stepped back a bit in pain, but I ignored it and continued fighting. I punched him a few more times in the face giving him a black eye. I uppercut his chin him causing his mouth to bleed. A few more kicks and punches were exchanged, but I knew the crowd wanted the final blow. 

A faked a few punches and kicks at him throwing him off for my signature move: The Flying Attack. While he was regaining his balance, I walked to very edge of the crowd. 

"Whooo!" the crowd cheered very loudly knowing what I was planning. "Gen! Gen! Gen!" 

I ran towards my opponent who blocked himself with his arms. I did an aerial and it kicked him right in the jaw. Blood started dripping again. I then walked back a bit and ran again towards him, who was still regaining his footing. I did a gainer which hit him on the chest and jaw. To finish him off, I walked back again and ran full speed towards him. I lifted myself into the air and did a butterfly twist; I kicked him in the jaw and face again causing him to fall onto the ground with a loud thud as pools of blood poured out onto the ground.