Write The Fight

Chapter One

Ryan's P.O.V.

      I open my eyes to my still dark room. The sound of my alarm clock going off makes me more agitated than usual. I hit the snooze at least two more times before I finally get up. Hating the coldness of my room, I wrap my black blanket around my body and walk to the kitchen for some breakfast. Walking like a zombie down the hall, I hear my door bell ring and a loud voice come from the other side of my door. "Ryan, I swear to the gods, if you're still in bed I'm going to punch you!" The voice calls.

      I smile to myself, knowing the voice. I drop the blanket in the middle of the floor and go to open the door. "I'm up, I'm up. No punching needed." I say as I open the door. On the other side stands my best friend Nic with Chinese and green tea in her hands. She walks in without invitation.
  "Well hello, sleeping beauty." She says mockingly as she hands me a tea and one of the bags of food.
  "Hi." I answer yawning, too tired to think of a better response.
  "Well aren't you just dead to the world this morning." She jokes again, walking over to my window and opening the curtains. I cover my eyes as my once dark living room fills with sunlight. It was then that I noticed what Nic is wearing. She has on black Dr. Martens, black ripped skinny jeans, a red Deadpool shirt, and a red beanie. The sleeves of her shirt are ripped off to show her tattoo sleeves.

      "That's my beanie you jerk." I say.
  "I know, you let me borrow it." She informs me.
  "I don't think I did, princess." I say sarcastically.
  "Oh, well you'll get it back later." She tells me, shrugging and flopping down onto my leather couch, opening her tea. I do the same and open my bag of food.
  "Ooh, my favorite. Egg rolls for breakfast." I say sarcastically.
  "It was this or that nasty ass burrito place. Be thankful." She laughs.
  "Yeah, yeah." I smile, then take a bite of my egg roll.

      We sit in silence until Nic turns the t.v. The news is on and she seems to be interested in the report. "And Mason Kingsley wins yet again! Can anyone stop this girl? She's unbelievable and undefeated!" The sportsman says with an excessive amount of enthusiasm. It was then Nic decided to talk again.
  "I heard she's going to be in town this month to train people at that gym she owns." I don't answer, though. I'm too busy watching the replay of one of Mason's fights. She was easily beating her opponent in the match. Throwing punches like she was born to do it, until the other girl got one of those lethal punches to the jaw and fell unconscious to the floor. It then cut to an interview with Mason and multiple reporter. I don't really pay much attention t them, but more on her body. She still had on her fighting clothes.

      Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, but a few dark curls had broken free, making look like a sexy mess. She has on a pink Nike sports bra that clings to her from sweat. My eyes drifted lower to her perfect six pack, then to her low riding black shorts. I can't take my eyes off of this woman. It was then the t.v. shut off, taking away my perfect view. "Hey! I was watching that!" I protest as Nic looks at me with that knowing smile.
  "Mhm, you were checking out the ladies." She jokes.
  "And? What was the purpose of taking away my perfect view?" I ask.
  "Uhh, you have to be at work in thirty minutes." She informs me.
  "Shiiiiit!" I yell as I jump up and run to my room to get dressed. Nic just laughs and says:
  "I'll be waiting in the car."

       I arrive at the news journal just in time. I pull into the parking lot with my black Charger. Nic works at a tattoo parlor down the street from the office, so I usually just give her a ride to the building, then she walks the rest of the way. I park the car and go to get out while Nic does the same. "You know, you never answered me." She says.
  "About what?" I ask.
  "About Mason being in town at the gym to train people. You should get an interview with her."
  "You saw how she wasn't answering those reporters. She is probably sick of them."
  "Still, we should drop by her gym."
  "Fine, we will later."
  "Yass!" Nic smiles wide and gives me a hug before turning to walk away.
  "Bye, Nic. Have fun coloring on people." I say as I turn and walk through the doors.

      I walk into the lobby and to the elevator. I click on my floor and wait as the elevator takes me up. When the door opens, I walk out and into complete chaos. Nobody was at their cubicles. They were all too busy watching the big flat screen. I walk to my cubicle and turn on my laptop. I hear nothing but chatter and laughter throughout the whole office. I begin to wonder what all the fuss is about. I get up and walk a few cubicles over to my friend Andy to ask if he knows what's going on. "Hey, stranger. Want to tell me what's going on?" I ask. Andy turns in his seat and smiles. He runs a hand through his spiked blond hair before answering.
  "Kelly got a big break and got a one on one interview with that big shot basketball player." He informs me, rolling his eyes.
  "Damn, I wish I was her." I say.
  "Same. I need a break like that." He says, turning back to his laptop. 
  "Well thanks for the info, Andy." I say, turning on my heels to head back to my cubicle.

      I sit down and start to think about what I could do. I needed an interview like that one. I heard laughter coming from around the office. I look over at the clock and see it flashing 10:30. A perfect time to head to the gym, I think to myself and smirk.

      I arrive at the gym thirty minutes later. After going home and changing into sweat pants and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. Once I get out of my car, I text Nic to tell her that I went to the gym early. I walk into the enormous gym, hoping to see the fighter somewhere, but the place is packed. Almost every machine is taken and being used. I look all around the first and second floor, only seeing sweaty people working out. Two more floors to go and no luck at seeing Mason. Doubt starts to fill my mind with questions: What if she gets mad that I want an interview? She hasn't really gave a one on one before, why would it be any different for me? Am I doing this for my job, or do I just want to meet her? Wait, what?

      The last question, though it's my own, throws me off a bit. Of course I'm here for my job. I try to convince myself. Shaking my head to get out of my thoughts. I head towards the elevator. The elevator is filled with people when it opens and I decide to take the stairs. I open the to the staircase to see it completely empty except for one person sitting on the top step. Their head in their hands and their hood up. "Um, are you okay?" I ask, slowly approaching the person. Their head shoots up, surprised to see another person. I freeze when I realize who it is.
  "I'm fine." Mason says, regaining her composure. 

      I'm still frozen. My mind goes blank and I can't produce words. I stare for a few seconds more. Gods, she's even more sexy in person. Talk dummy! I think to myself. Mason raises an eyebrow at me, looking me up and down. I've never felt more worried about myself in my life. "Are you okay?" She asks after a few seconds more of my silence.
  "I-I'm fine." I finally choke out, tearing my eyes away from her perfect brown ones. I look down, not being able to look at her and talk. Ugh, what's wrong with me?
  "What's your name?" Mason asks, seemingly amused with the situation.
  "...Ryan...Ryan Sharp." I inform her.
  "Mmm, Ryan seems like a boy's name." She jokes.
  "And Mason isn't?" I ask with a smirk. She puts her hands up in defense.
  "Hey now, I never said it was a bad thing. Ryan is a very pretty name." She says with a smile, making me blush.

      "So you know who I am?" She asks with another one of her perfect smiles.
  "I'm pretty sure everyone knows the 'undefeated' Mason Kingsly." I put the undefeated in quotations teasingly. She stands up and takes a step down closer to me. It was then I noticed how much taller she was than me. From this angle anyone would me intimidated by her. She has a straight face, for some reason, I don't feel intimidated.
  "You think someone can beat me?" She asks, lowering her head closer to mine.
  "No one is perfect, princess." I smirk. She moves away with a smile and chuckles.
  "You know, you are the only person who would say that to my face."
  "It's nothing bad, everyone has flaws. It's how you handle those flaws that can make you perfectly imperfect."
  "You sound like a poet, Ms. Sharp." She says with a laugh and sits back down on the staircase. I sit next to her. I laugh along with her and say:
  "Well, I guess you could say I like writing."

      "So what brings you to my gym? I've never seen you around here before." She says and moves a little closer to me. Shit, shit, shit. Do I tell her I'm here for an interview? I do want an interview, but I also want to get to know her. For some reason, I just want to stay around her.
  "Uhh...I was here for you actually." I say shyly.
  "For me? Are you a fan? You don't give off the 'I love fighting' vibe, though." She asks surprised.
  "Well, I'm a journalist...and..."
  "Oh, so you only want an interview." She says, cutting me off and going to stand.
  "Wait! No, that's not all I want." I grab her wrist, desperately wanting her to stay.