Sweetest Confusion

Chapter Thirty-Five: Tap Out

I checked the clock and I saw that the fight was going to start at seven so I had approximately and hour to get ready and get there with enough time.

I ran up the stairs two at a time and flung open the doors to my wardrobe. Behind all my clothes were my usual black wrap around top with a black tank top. I slipped those on, making sure the wrap around was tight enough. I then slipped on my black leather pants and leather jacket, before stuffing the black basketball shorts, extra tanks and water bottles into a duffle bag. Before leaving though I collected my mask and that too joined my things in the bag.

On came my biker boots and my bike keys were in my hand. I took the side entrance from my house to the garage, making sure everything was locked because I didn't want anyone to come in again. I stuffed the duffle in the small compartment and jumped onto my bike. With the electronic key I opened the door and rode out. As soon as I left I heard it close again.

I was glad my dad had that upgraded. In fact he had lots if things in our house upgraded.

I reached the same club at 6.30, leaving me twenty minutes before I had to be in the ring. This time instead of making a scene I quietly parked my bike net the back entrance and made my way to the changing room. I had my head down and the dark makeup I had cast heavy shadows across my face so no one could recognise me even if they could see me.

I reached the door named 'Silence' and silently slipped in. It was all very efficient and for that I rejoiced. The clock near the door told me I had ten minutes to warm, so I did just that.

Five minutes till game time. I began the process of wrapping my wrists with black bandage, as well as my ankles.

Two minutes and I secured my leather mask to my face.

One minute and I slipped my hood over my head.

Thirty seconds. Standing near the entrance.

Ten seconds. Now I could hear the crowd counting down.

Two seconds.

One second.

"SILENCE!" And that was my cue. I sauntered through the crowd to the illuminated ring in the middle. I was always called first, I made sure of that. I caught Jeremy's eye and subtly nodded. I rotated my arm making sure my muscles were still loose.

I waited patiently for my opponent who made his appearance quickly. Though he seemed very cocky because he took him time to bask in his fans screams. I rolled my eyes.

We were given a few seconds to prepare ourselves. I unzippedy hoodie and flung it to the side. I raised my arms up in a defensive position ready for the fight.

Not to sound too cocky but I knew what he was going to do so I readied myself for his attack. Sure enough he aimed a punch at my stomach. Bad move buddy. I caught his arm and twisted his wrist sharply. I heard the familiar crack of bone breaking.

He howled in pain as he cradled his arm. I smirked. I saw the flicker of anger in his eyes. He grabbed my throat and pushed me into the post. His grip was very strong, so strong that I wouldn't have been able to real out of it of I didn't do something. I grabbed his meaty fist with both hands to steady myself before I brought my leg up and kicked his liver. He gasped with the pain and immediately recoiled his hands from my neck.

He clutched his stomach, leaving him vulnerable to attack. I sighed and decided to end it quickly by bring my elbow down hard on his back making him crumple to the ground. Victory was mine.

The referee nodded his head and held my arm up. I nodded slightly. I was given a few minutes to recover before my new opponent reached the ring. This new competition was all about endurance. How long you can stay in the ring. The winner would face the next fighter, then if they win the next one. This would continue till the winner is between, usually by exhaustion. But it doesn't matter if you beat two people then get beaten. It's about how many fighter you've won against. So you don't have to be the last one standing.