Fight Code

FC 15

Rolling my legs under my body, as my hands flip up and down carrying my weight. Jumping back up, my feet moving around each other as I walk them in a straight line across the room. Spinning around doing the same thing the other way. Making sure to keep both sides even in their workout. Walking over to a water bottle downing the whole thing, before tossing the plastic container. Grabbing the bar again gripping with my fingers pointing at me, lifting my dead weight. Crossing my ankles as I pull up faster.

    The steady pulls up, only to slowly drop back down. Sweat sliding all over, as the tingling sensation in my body is reminding me or long hours working out with my family. Far to long ago had I been a fighter, the daughter of the great Butler. Only to get knocked on my ass, that day was horrible. He was big for the weight limit I was in, but father had said I would be fine. My brothers giving me big smiles, and thumbs up. Scared wasn’t even half of what I was feeling. My body trembled at the mere sight of the dark giant, standing at least a quarter more then me.

    This eyes like fiery hot coals, hands easily able to grip my face in one hold. Gulping down the fear as I took up my stance, chewing on the mouth guard. The white covers wrapped around my hands, flexed around my fingers. The feeling of my black sports bra with grey piping trim. Matching shorts and black shoes, feeling the floor give under my feet. The thought that my legs would turn to rubber bands, making me wobble around like a drunk. It felt like everything had slowed down, time giving me a short view of what I had just stepped into. His pounding feet with a blood red outfit, glaring down at me with a crimson smile. To him I was no more then a fly, something to squash.

    A loud ding as the muffled sounds of family yelling, and lights flashing all over. That dusty smell of cigar smoke, and booze numbing my senses. Screaming crowed ringing into my ears, shaking them out he was already on top of me. Dashing to the left before a tree truck sized arm fly past my face. My feet doing the most work, trying to keep me out of the damage zone. Dancing with death, the rumbling of all the people. Never taking my eyes off the giant, afraid he’d snap me in half. My fathers screaming words, snapping me back into killer mode.

    “Riae dreams are taken.” My brothers cheering from the sides. Blood running threw my veins, pump faster causing the surge of speed to my feet. Sliding to the left, as my right leg swung out using such horse power. It connected, wasting no time as I sent a double fist into his sides. Stepping back sliding to the right, working all the angles. Like the animal he was a roar emitted out, causing my blood to freeze. Like a deer in head lights I stopped, giving him the opening he needed. Swiping his leg out, it wrapped around mine like a python.

    The crack of my body hitting the mat, my father screaming for me to get back up. Hearing the sounds of my breath, as I coughed on air that was suppose to be my savior. Craig screaming at me, can be picked out of a crowed nearing five hundred.

    “GET UP RIAE, GET UP NOW” He’s pleading voice seemed like the fire that ignited the rocket inside of me. Like a possum I sprang back to life, back flipping and taking up my stance. Looking up at the giant, thinning my eyes. His heavy chuckle before barreling my way. The leg that took most of the beating, was shaking and I knew it was damaged. Knowing I wasn’t going to win this fight, but having to prove I had to hold out for my fathers name sake. Taking a quick look, my eyes asses the problem. Noting that indeed my knee is starting to swell.

    Rolling out of the grappling arms, as I send a single handed punch to his turning face. Catching him off guard as my knuckles collide into his bare nose. Popping and cracking is all I hear before blood starts to trickling, dropping to the white mat. Feeling proud that he is indeed just human, its soft lived when his fist taking my left side like a meat tenderizer. Green blur as I see my mouth guard, fly across the ring. Gripping for the air that should be flooding my lungs.