Fight Code

FC 2

Dad keeping an eye on him, so that I wont get hurt. Hits to the groin or head are an automatic out. At least in our gym, in the real fights there isn’t any rules. You either tap out or knock out. Another kick as he steps to me, grabbing his leg while bringing my elbow down on his knee. He groans before pushing me to the side.

    “That wasn’t nice” He growls threw the mouth piece. Rolling my eyes again, I keep my focus. He’s to busy mending his ego to see my feet switch, as I fake a leg kick. Spinning to the left, upper cutting into his ribs. Coughing he grabs his stomach, stepping away I wait for him to get back up. Pushing off the mats, a few have stopped to watch. My father allowing them to see me fight is a rare treat, or so Sara says. The furry of kicks that come my way, have my father stepping closer to the both of us. Tucking my arms to my chest, to protect myself…I wait.

    His leg grows tired, and I strike out. Wiping my leg around, cracking into his ribs. Doubling the kick again, making sure to hit the same spot. Dropping my foot, only to spin the other way, kicking his other side. Wiping my face as sweat started to drip into my eyes. Looking at my father as he’s grinning from ear to ear. Justin sees me not looking and sends a power house round kick into my head. Dropping to the mat, everything is spinning. I can hear my father screaming, and people holding him back from killing Justin.

    Pushing off the floor, the ringing slowly stops. Shaking my head, I spit the mouth guard out. Fueled with the desire to kick his ass. Turning to see him, he’s grinning.
    “Oops” Shrugging his shoulder. Spitting a little blood on the mat, taking a few steps to him. Holding my hands back up, my father pushes the guys away. Looking me over, but I wont look away again.

    “Still itch for more?” Chuckling. Stepping to me, I relaxed my breathing as I studied his movements. His foot hit the mark, and I sprang. Double pumping my fists, clocking him in the jaw, before landing another punch to his chest. Turning so my leg could get a better angle, my heel pounded into the lower part of his spine. Watching as his body dropped to the mats, Spitting a little bit more as the blood pooled in my mouth. Holding his body he wasn’t getting up anymore.
    “Jerk” Wiping my nose, before walking off the mats.
    “Riae.” My father taking my head in his large hands.
    “I’m fine” Stepping back.

    “No, that was a huge blow.” Looking in my eyes, making sure they weren’t clouded.
    “Dad really I’m good” Patting his shoulder. Sighing he nods, letting me walk to the lockers. Taking yet another shower, before putting on my original clothes. Twisting my hair into another bun, looking my face over in the mirror. A small cut is over my right eye. Frowning, but thrilled I took out my eyebrow piercing.  Cause that would of hurt like a bitch. Tossing the towel into the hamper, I head back to my office.

    Feeling the soreness already, wasn’t a good sign. Luckily for me, my drink still looked cold as I sucked down the last few sips. The pounding in my head, giving me a migraine. Opening one of the many desk draws, pulling out a pain killer. A knock at my door had my head looking up.
    “Hey” Smiling as I see my oldest brother Brad.
    “Hey, when you get here?” Dry swallowing the pills.
    “Few minutes ago.” Looking at the bottle, before hugging me.
    “How’s everything?”
    “Fine, you alright. Dad told me” Frowning as he looked at my cut eye.
    “Its fine. Please don’t go ape on me.” Sitting back down.
    “Riae you shouldn’t be training.”

    “Brad if you start this shit now, I swear to god” Rolling my fingers over my desk.
    “I’m just saying” Razing his hands in defeat.
    “Yes well I’m just saying I can take care of myself” Sticking my tongue out at him.
    “Very mature sis. I was going to pick up dad lunch. You want anything?” Turning in my door way.
    “Ohh yes, a double cheeseburger with all the extras” He scoffs at me.
    “How do you eat that shit” Rolling his stunning eyes.
    “Easy I put in my mouth” Opening my mouth and making a grunting sound. Laughing he heads back downstairs. My eyes widen, before I dart to the railing over looking down below.
    “Brad” I yell as he looks back up.