The Boy With The Accent

[16] The Hurricane

My breathing hitched. I was about to fight Caleb. The Hurricane. I heard The Hurricane was the leader of a gang, that's why he was so feared. If Caleb is The Hurricane, then that means...

"No... Please no..." He smirked. I walked up to Ray and whispered. "Is he really Hurricane? The Leader of The Blood Rivals?" He nodded with concern in his eyes.

"Hey are you ok?" He asked. I covered my emotions. I can't feel right now, I have to beat him. I can't lose my rep.

"Is Black Widow scared?!?!" Blake yelled out. The whole crowd started murmuring. Shit I gotta do this. I took out my wad of 5k cash and put it in Ray's hand. He choked on air once he finished counting.

"5k to fight." Caleb looked surprised but he put in the 5k. I smirked and put out my fist. "Are you ready?" We both nod and bump fists. "GO!"
I take up my stance and we circle each other. At first glance he looks perfect. The sweat already trickling down his forehead, his stance looks perfect. Almost.

His left leg shakes a bit with too much pressure and right knuckle is already bloodied, he's a righty. I quickly see him shift his leg forwards and dodge the punch he sends to my right, roundhouse kicking him in the side of the head. He stagles back but straightens back up. He fakes right and goes left, punching me in the lower jaw and then in the stomach at full force. I nearly double over from the strength but I ignore the pain and try not to grab my stomach, that'd only get me in a stickier situation.

I go on the offensive and punch him in the eye, throwing his head back, and then punch him in the stomach, feeling his rock hard abs. Not the time Cat.

He clutches the pain and leans forward. I quickly kneed him in the nose and elbowed his back down. He falls to the floor and quickly rolls over as I saddle him, throwing punch after punch. He blocks some of them but he's gonna have a shiner soon.

He wiggles under me, flipping us over before he starts punching me in the face, sides etcetera. I slowly shimmy down him and bring my legs up and around his head, pulling him down towards the floor. I grab his arm and pull while pushing his head in the other direction with my legs. I twist his wrist and hear a sickening crack. He screams out in agony and I almost cringe.

I pull on his arm until I manage to cut off the air in his neck with my legs. He's kicking and thrashing under me but I don't loosen my hold. Eventually he manages to get out of the hold and pushes up.

Our breaths are ragged but we keep our stances, his wrist hanging awkwardly in front of him. His weight shifted and he punched me in the side. I screamed out from the pain. He hit one of my old bruised ribs, but I won't go down.

He goes to throw another punch but I dodge it and grab his arm, pulling him over my shoulder and slamming him on the floor. I do the same thing to him that I did with Blake but this time it's not a warning. I stick my foot into his back and push down, pulling his arm out of his socket. He screams in pain and I let him go, letting him get up. His arm lies limp on his side with a broken wrist, but I left him with one arm. We take our stances and I notice he's smiling. It's so happy and contagious that I find myself with a small grin. He then goes to throw a punch but it's so weak I catch it, making his smile widen. "You're incredible." He mumbles with adoration in his eyes. I smirk and decide to end the fight, pulling on his arm and lifting my foot up to meet the side of his head, knocking him out.

The crowd is deathly quiet as Caleb falls to the floor at my feet. Ray walks up and grabs my hand, swinging it up and holding it in the air.

"OUR FEARLESS WINNER! WITH A RECORD OF 27 MINS, K.O.'d THE LEGENDARY HURRICANE!!!!"

The crowd bursted with energy. I thought I'd go deaf from the volume and intensity of the cheers. The ground shook with the stomping and the walls vibrated from the screams. My smile widened as I realized what I did. I'm still unbeatable. I beat THE Hurricane. I beat Caleb. My smile falters slightly as I look at his body being dragged out by his friends, a small smile placed on his lips. I ask Ray to hold my cash for a while since I'm most likely to get mugged once I walk out with 10k in cash.

Heading towards the exit, the crowd pats me on the back and chants my name. This is good, I beat the unbeatable. This should feel good. "So why doesn't it?" I asked myself as I got on my bike and drove home.

I walked through the front door as quietly as I could. The peaceful silence filled the house and I found Maya sleeping on the couch. I put my bag on the floor and the thump made her shoot up.

"Shit, don't scare me like that. OH MY GOD YOUR BODY!" I looked at the reflection on the television and noticed my state. I had a bigger bruise on my side, the bruise on my cheekbone only got bigger and darker. I had a lump in the side of my head and my knuckles were completely raw. My leg had a large bruise on the side and I had scratches all over my body. Blood and pus oozed from my bruises. "Let's get you cleaned up." She guided me to the bathroom and started tending to my wounds.

"12k." Her knees buckled.

"What?" She tilted her head to look at me.

"12k plus the bets from the audience." She turned and looked at me with a giant smile on her face.

"Holy shit that's incredible! Congrats!" She threw her arms around me in a hug and I winced. "Oh right, sorry. Who did you fight?"

"I fought Blake for like 10 mins for 2k." Her eyes widened.

"Who else?"

"The Hurricane. For 10k."

"Holy fuck you beat The Hurricane." She said with a deathly calm. "YOU BEAT THE FUCKING HURRICANE! THE TOP 5 STREET FIGHTER IN THE US! WHY AREN'T YOU JUMPING WITH EXCITEMENT?!?!"

"BECAUSE IT WAS CALEB!" I scream out and she stopped jumping with an opened mouth. "Caleb is The Hurricane. I dislocated his shoulder and broke his wrist. It took 27 minutes for me to win. No one has ever beaten him, and no fight of his has lasted over 5 mins. I should be jumping like crazy. I beat the record, I destroyed him, I made 12 fucking thousand dollars. So why the fuck aren't I overjoyed?" I felt my eyes water but I didn't let any tears out. Crying is a sign of weakness, and I am not weak. Not anymore. Maya hugged me and cooed until I calmed down.

"That's something you'll find out in due time. It's okay. You don't have to be upset, it's okay. Go shower and change back to Cat so that I can treat your wounds properly. Dinner is in the microwave and your stuff is set out for tomorrow. Rest, okay?" I nodded and went to do as she said.

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Caleb's POV

I woke up in my bed at the house. My eyes felt heavy and my body ached. My eyes opened and found my room empty, so I tried to move. Pain shot through my body when I moved my arm and I fell back on the bed. I looked down and noticed a cast on my wrist. I thought back to last night and remembered my fight with Black Widow.

She was incredible. Absolutely amazing. I haven't had a fight like that since my father. I remember the beads of sweat trailing down her toned body, her hair held back in a ponytail and her outfit showing off her curves. Her scars were everywhere, and although many would find it gross, I only felt anger at the idea that my girl had been through so much, but so much pride that she had survived, and became the strongest person I've ever seen.

When I punched her in the stomach she didn't fall forward. I could have sent a bear down with that punch but she stayed. I have to know who she is. 

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As promised <3