Fighters Like Monsters

4

As I finish up my morning run, I take a quick shower and get my fighting gear together.

Today was the fight with Janie S. so I wanted to get there early, just to be prepared.

I quickly ran out of my apartment and looked the door to it. When I turned around, I bumped into someone's hard chest. I stumbled back but held my balance. I looked up at Joanna's brother Zachary, and he looked down at me. I came up to his chin but even though I was considered tall, he was considered taller.

He looked at the tape in my hands with a blank expression. I saw his nose flare up and I sucked in a breath. This guy looked intimidating, which I was surprised to see, noting that he was related to Joanna.

"6:00." He spoke in an rich accent, his clear, blank eyes looking into mine. I couldn't really move anywhere because he was kind of pushing me up against my door. "Uh, okay?" I noticed a scar that was dividing the tip of his eyebrow. It made him look tough and manlier than he was.

I was confused at first but then I understood that it was for tonight.

He walked away with the posture of a businessman. Straight, chin up.

If he didn't look so scary maybe I would've hurried up, but that made me stay in my position that I was in for about five minutes. Luckily no one was in the halls but me so it was okay.

One I got my sense of mind back, I hurried up to my car and went where I needed to go.

Getting up a bit earlier actually helped because of what happened in the hall. Instead of being late I was right in time and ready to go. Coach Blaine wrapped my hands in tape and looked at me while I jogged in place, getting my blood flowing.

"You got this. She isn't a match for you, you made that clear. Remember that and keep your chin down, it helps to block your opponent from getting at your throat. " He says, lifting my chin down a bit.

I nodded and he grabbed my shoulder in a dadly way, stopping my running and looking me in the eye. "I put my money on you that you can win. I have faith." I roll my eyes.

"What's up with all the sentimental stuff coach?" I laugh and he chuckled. "I just want you to not lose my money." I punch him lightly in the stomach, which did nothing. This time he rolled his eyes and we waited to get on the mat.

Once the ref, James, called us up, I saw Janie and he coach on the other side of the mat.

"Okay, everybody!" James got everybody hype. "I hope your ready for a cat fight. In this corner," He points to Janie's corner. "We have the most viscous, the most modest, and so called diva of the year, Janie Semolina!"

The crowd goes wild for her and I roll my eyes. "And in this corner, we have the most devious, most beautiful, and don't forget she's the only girl who's actually had the balls to fight a guy, and she won, Kara Arabs!" We had an almost equal appraise but I won when someone said they loved me in the audience, now that resulted in some laughing, even from me.

"Okay, since it is girl x girl there will be no time limit, but since there is no time limit, then there will be some rules." James said. "The person that is on the ground long than seven seconds will be verified the loser. The fight doesn't have to be clean but try not to kill each other. Okay, are we ready?"

We both nod. "Coaches step off of the mat!" James inverts into the microphone. Once they were off, James himself exited the mat and the bell rung.

We both started circling each other and she spat on me, throwing the first punch. I ducked and rammed my shoulder into her side, which took her by surprise but she managed to scratch my back and lift my up on top of her, slamming me on the ground. Unfortunately for her, I took gymnastics so I know a few things. I flipped up and punched her stomach, and once she was hitched over, I punched her face when she screeched at. This time it was her time to hurt me so she rammed into me, just like I did her except her arm slipped, letting me take her arm, bend it behind her back, pinning her on the floor. At this point in time I just wanted to let her go so she could get up and fight me more, but while thinking I might have loosened my grip on her and she sprung up, leaving me on the ground, but she hopped on me and it felt like she ruined my face.

Her nails were as long as huge knife blades which she used to scratch my face up. I helped in response but then I remembered the time limit we were supported to be on the ground.

I suddenly heard people counting down and once they got to five, I had this power in me that I used to push her off of me, which punching her in the boob.

And let me tell you when you get punched in your boob it hurts like no other.

I climbed on top of her and it was my time to mess up her face. Instead of scratching I decided to slap and punch. I decided that I might throw in some scratching while I'm at it to give her a long lasting pain.

James ran into the mat and started counting. "One!"

Punch.

"Two!"

Slap.

"Three!"

Scratch.

"Four!"

Punch.

"Five!"

Scratch.

"Six!"

Slap. Before he could say seven she grabbed my hand and bit, making me fly up in the air.

She being too late though still lost. My hand hurt so bad that before I walked over to James to claim my victory, I kicked Janie in her stomach, which got some more cheers. James grabbed me before I started to beat her anymore and raised my hand up.

"And we have a winner!" He smiled at me but I chose to ignore him, looking out into the crowd. Someone grabbed my eye and I squinted my eyes, trying to see who it was.

Whoever it was he got up and left the place. Deciding not to run after him, I stood in my place and smiled wearily.

I finally left the mat that James kept making me stay on and went to get my congratulations from Blaine.

"Good job kiddo." He rubbed my head playfully and I nudged him. "I really thought you were done for when she had you pinned down." I shook my head. "Here. I guess it's only face since you have some many scratches on your face." He handed me a twenty. I nodded in respect, for getting that he said I had so many scratches on my face.

"I'm going to change and I'll see you later."

"We should go out for this victory!" He claims. "I have to be somewhere tonight, maybe tomorrow." I tell him, walking away.

I change very quickly and leave the place.

I go into my home, really hungry. I decide to fix me something for a snack. I heated me up a toaster pastry.

Once it was heated, I started to eat the delicious snack. I went into my bathroom and checked out my face. Blaine was right, she messed up my face more than I did to hers.

I at least had like seven scratches on my face and four cuts. I groan in frustration. What if Joanna's family asked about them? Well I could make up something. I shrug it off for now and take my clothes off. I make sure I have my towel ready and step into the shower.

After my long shower, I step out and dry off, putting on a scented lotion so I didn't have to deal with perfume.

Before I checked my face again, I placed on my underwear. When I did check my face it wasn't as bad. The dried blood on the cuts were washed but all of the scars were still there.

I took my time brushing my teeth and put on my clothes.

I decided on a deep red dress. It was casual and yet not at the same time. I placed on black booties and a bracelet.

I put my strawberry blonde hair in a side braid but then rule against it, taking it back down. I left it like that and placed on a black hat to hide my awful hair that I didn't wash in the shower because it would take too much time.

I put on some mascara to enlighten my bright hazel eyes. I put on some chap stick and once I'm fond of how I look I set out, placing my satchel around my body.