Falling in the Ring

A fight to remember

The crowd cheers me on while I battle in the ring once more. This evening I have won 6 fights already and now I still stand, ready to battle my seventh opponent. Normally I wouldn't compete in more than 5 fights in one day, but I'm frustrated and don't feel tired yet. Sometimes when I stand in the ring my mind takes me back to three and a half years ago. Most often I see myself throwing a knife or directly stabbing it into the body of an innocent child. It feels awful and the feeling of vomit starts creeping up into my oesophagus. Even worse is when I see someone else stabbing an innocent child to death with his great sword. Worse once more is when the child he's stabbing happens to be himself and he smiles up to me when he takes his last breath. The absolute worst is when I see myself killing him. This happened once, in a fight months ago.

I pull my hand across my face, surprised that there is blood on it after. Swiping my hand onto my shirt my focus is back just in time to see who I'm up against. I see the name and panic sets in. My one failure here was the one person I couldn't beat. Sure there were hard fights for me and some I have lost, but all of them I came back to and none have ever beaten me twice. Technically this guy hasn't beaten me twice, however, that's no thanks to my fighting. The last time I battled this masculine piece of rock was when my mind flipped. Apart from his eyes, he resembled my worst mistake almost to the freckle next to his right eye. I sat on top, ready to kill the dude or at least knock him out when he turned into Cato.  

This time around he had a scar running across his face, this was new. He looked down at me and smiled with an evil glint in his eyes. After he had beaten me he had become the best. Apart from the ringmaster he was the best one here. No one had beaten him since my failure and it seemed to have gotten in his little brain. His eyes glinted with madness I couldn't explain. Luckily the ringmaster had beaten him after he was on top for a month. The rule is that when you hold the top position of the ring the master fights you and when you win you take over the ring. Somehow I was never invited for such a fight, I like to believe the ringmaster is afraid. 

The crowd goes deadly quiet when I lower my stance, showing that I am actually ready to fight this motherfucker. For a second his confidence fades as he seems to question what trick I have up my sleeve. However the second doesn't last long as he sets his eyes on me once more and grins. The people cheer as the fight starts and I get ready to beat this guy once and for all.

It only takes me six minutes to get him on his back and hold a knife up to his face. It only takes six seconds for my vision to fade into something far more awful. I try to push the image away, but there was still that one moment of weakness and he saw it. I get pushed off with a strength matched only by two people whom I know in this world. Thirty seconds later I'm the one with my back on the mat and a body pushing me down into it. Fear fills my body when I see the brown eyes in front of me. He's not planning on letting me walk out of here.