A year with my kidnapper

7

'One, two. One two. One two'  I muttered as my fist one after the other punched the training dummy that I was currently using. When I first started to use the gym Charles would train with me eventually I was learning faster than he could teach. This turned into me having to train on my own. I had tried to spar with some of the other men but turns out I was too intense while sparring with these grown muscular men. So now I train alone with a morning jog, hitting some boxing bags, then doing a full body workout before using the last of my energy out on a training dummy. 

"Hey," I stopped my last punch and turned toward the voice. Standing outside the wrestling ring I was in was a 5'10 blond man with very much a defined body from either being at the gym daily or constant training

"Um hi" I responded a confused look on my face

"You sure are giving that dummy a run for its money, don't you think?" he joked leaning against the rope around the ring. Turning back toward the dummy I looked at it up and down

"I don't think it minds. Why? Would you want to take me?" I asked with sass in my voice

"Sure why not. I'll take you on" he said coming into the ring

"Wait what?" I was taken back by someone willing to spar with me

"Guys look! Ember's going to take on Austin" 

"No way" People quickly started surrounding the wrestling ring and cheering.

'This can't be happening' I thought as I gave the man, Austin, some boxing gloves

"How about you take me on without the gloves" Austin suggested

'Oh shit this really is happening' as I realized that this was real

"Are you-- are you sure about that? I mean I don't mind--" he scoffed 

"Why would I be scared of a little girl like you taking me on without them? Huh" A firey feeling emerged in my gut hearing him say this

"Alright tough guy," I mumbled throwing the gloves outside the ring. That's when the cheering got louder around the ring

"Kick his ass Ember!"

"Make him eat dirt!" 

"Go ham on him!"

"Show him what you're made of" My blood started pumping fast. My adrenaline kicked in, my vision got sharper, and my breathing became short and rapid. The muscles throughout my body tensed up in preparation.  

"GO!" someone shouted with the bell ringing. The ringing of the bell brought me back from my high. Austin was standing in front of me in a boxer's position with his hands covering around his face. Taking a deep breath, I took off. 

In an instant, I came straight for Austin. Taking a step back he swung his left arm. I ducked under his swing and came up on his left side. Using the momentum I grabbed his arm and propelled myself on his back. My feet rested on his waist. With my right hand, I simulated biting the back of his neck. Then with my right arm, I put him in a headlock while I brought my left elbow down onto the top of his shoulder. A scream of pain from him and an eruption of cheering from the crowd was heard. Austin dropped onto his knees. Still in a headlock, I slung myself forwards and downwards making his head and body come down with me. His chin made contact with the ground which made an audible crack on contact with the ground. While he was down I wasted no time getting onto his back and again simulating biting his Achilles while I held him underneath me with my body weight. That was until someone called time.

When time was called we both split away from each other. Standing up I threw up my arms in victory as everyone cheered while Austin was still on the ground. After the spar was over everyone started to disperse and go back to their workouts. Walking out of the ring I grabbed my water bottle taking a long sip.