Love at First Punch

Love at First Punch - Introduction

Hey guys! This is my first story I wrote on Wattpad and I am super nervous! So I hope you enjoy it and make sure you VOTE and COMMENT! I am going to try my best and post chapters as soon as possible so stay tuned!

I would like to dedicate this book to my best friend Emma! She did nothing what so ever to help me with this book but I love her anyway!

Enjoy!

Author's note-

Just a heads up that this introduction chapter is quite short and might seem a little boring but trust me, it gets better!

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"Fuuuuck! You broke my fucking nose!" yelled my opponent right after my fist collided with his face. He was now on the floor, writhing in pain as he held his face in his hands. He looked down upon his now broken nose.

I saw this as an advantage and got down on top of him with my legs by his sides. I started punching him with all my force and felt my knuckles tearing. I could feel his struggles as he tried to pry me away from him by pushing my body away from his. As if I'm going to let that happen. I used my elbow, my strongest point, and smashed it against his face. I could hear his neck crack after the blow. He now lay limp underneath me and his hands fell by his sides. I examined his face and saw the blood coming out of his nose and mouth. His eyes tightly shut as if he were dead. His chest was moving so he was fine.

All of a sudden, the crowd roared and cheered, pumping their fists in the air while holding beer bottles in the other. I slowly got up, walked to my post, and gulped down whatever water I had left in my bottle. I stared at the still unmoving body, waiting for him to get up and fight again. I know he won't, but I can't depend on my instinct. I know I've already won the match

like I have actually won the match. I have no remorse for what had happened to him or what I did because I am a fighter.

Every day I fight my way through school, my personal bullies, my dad...so basically, my life. Boxing with weak underground fighters like him was easy for me. It's like breathing except without the blood and bruises. But fighting is just a hobby. It's what I do for fun and that's it.

I could still hear the crowd chanting my name over and over again while the rest are counting down the time my opponent laid on the floor.

"5

4

3

2

1"

"And you're out!" shouted the fake referee. "That means our winner for tonight's Underground Fight Club Competition goes to our reigning champion for 3 years running... ELLA!"

I won.

I actually won.

But why don't I care?

Now I know what you guys are thinking. Ella is such a girl's name. Well, it is. And that's because I am a girl.

Welcome to my life.

What did you guys think? I know this is short and quite boring but this is an introduction! The next chapter will (hopefully) be really good and longer than this one!

Make sure you VOTE and COMMENT! Thank you!