Chapter 6
I drove around in my baby for a while looking for Mike's. I see it on the corner of the street I am on. I take a sharp left turn into the parking lot. There were 3 Mexican men outside of the gym smoking cigarettes. I park my car next to a Camero. There were several other cars in the parking lot. I stepped out of my car, grabbing my gym bag. I walk towards the door trying to ignore the rowdy men.
One yells "Ay mamí tù tan caliente." (Oh girl, you so sexy.) He tries to grab at my ass. I spin around grab his hand and bring it behind him. He whimpered in pain.
"No te metas conmigo. Yo no soy tu juguete juego. Si intenta tocarme otra vez voy a romper todos los huesos del cuerpo. ¿me entiendes?" (Do not mess with me. I am not your play toy. If you try to touch me again I will break every bone in your body. Do you understand?)
He nods his head.
"¿Me entiendes?"(Do you understand?) I yell. Bending his arm further.
"Sí, lo entiendo!"(Yes, I understand.) He replied, quivering in pain.
"Bueno."(Good) I say letting go of his arm. I push him forward. His buddies catch him. I shoot daggers at them and open the door to the gym.
It all hit me at once. The heat and the smell of leather and sweat. Good to be back. I looked around. It was nothing like I expected it to be. It was huge. The outside made it look so small. This place had 5 rings, multiple sets of mats, like 15 punching bags, weights, treadmills, and all other sorts of equipment. I love it here already.
There were several people practicing. All guys. Great. All eyes on me. I walked to what I assumed was Mike's office. I was correct.
"Yo, Mike. Did you get Kill... I mean Dave's call?"
"Yes I got his call. I will be your coach on one condition."
He was in his early 50's. Black and grey hair. Tan skin, he was Italian. I could see it in his face and hear it in his voice.
"And what is that condition?"
"You need to prove your worth my time. TJ get in here!" He yelled. A person who I assume is TJ appears in the door way. He is tall with blond, spiky hair and blue eyes. He was pretty damn cute. He was built too.
"You will be fighting TJ here. He is the second top fighter I have here. And if you don't get your ass beat to bad, I will train you."
I looked TJ over. "Street rules or MMA rules?"
I really hope he chooses street rules. "Street." Both TJ and Mike say in unison. Alright, this will be good.
"Deal. Where are the locker rooms?"
"Out this door and down the hall. 3rd door on your right."
I wandered around till I round the changing rooms. I walked in and set my bag down and unzipped it. I pulled out a black and red sports bra and matching fighting shorts. I tied my hair up into a ponnytail. I shoved my bag into a locker and grabbed my wraps and gloves.
I walked out into the fighting area. I got a lot of whistles. I guess they don't get a lot of girls around here. I sat down and wrapped my ankles and hands. I picked up my gloves and got in the ring. I slipped on my gloves and tapped hands in sign of respect.
"You ready?" I shouted.
"No, are you ready? That is the question. I don't want baby girl hurting herself to bad, so I will take it easy on you." he replied.
"No need to worry about me. I can take a hit. If you land any, that is." I said so sweetly it was menacing.
Mike yelled, "And... GO!" he put on the timer. Each round lasts five minutes. I wouldn't need five minutes.
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Life in the Ring. (Editing)
Teen FictionExpect the unexpected. That is Victoria Espanosa's motto. She lives her life thinking multiple steps ahead. She has learned to be a quick thinker and extremely observant. She has spent years from running from her father to keep her little brother sa...
