The fighting player

Chapter 5

~The Fight~

I swung left, then right, dodged, uppercut, right hook, tackle, tell them to…

a)      ‘Go home and cry to your momma’

b)      ‘Learn to throw a punch before learning to cower in a corner’

c)       ‘If you can’t walk don’t fight’

Then walk away, collect the money and leave.

This time I chose line b). 200$, not bad for an easy fight like that. I took the cash and left, pulling up my hood and zipping my leather jacket up. Buckling my helmet I took off on my bike to my single apartment.

I checked for any sign of injury not that I felt any pain, as usual I walked away without a scratch. I did my homework made dinner and went to bed.

Brian’s POV

I went to apartment B4 I was supposed to be recruiting fighters. I didn’t fight I was the betting guy who took in the bet money and sort it all out. I may be desperate for money but I wasn’t gonna risk my life, although I admit it was a shady business. I saw how fighters walked outta there. Besides they’d all been beaten buy some…girl…apparently. Angel of Torture, or some name like that, her real name was unknown according to what I’d heard. I hadn’t seen the fight since I was late thanks to that Lizzy girl who hadn’t even stayed. The teacher didn’t seem surprised either just asked when she left. I told her as soon as she left the room. I remember her mumbling something like ‘poor child, headed in all the wrong directions, such a screwed up life.” Honestly what was it with this girl? Apparently Angel as they all called her in a shorter version only fought on Tuesdays and Fridays. I’d like to see her fight. See what was so special about her, besides being undefeated.

~Day 3 of School~ Lizzy’s POV

I was sore and tired from the fight even if I wasn’t injured. They didn’t call me the Angel for nothing, before it was Angel of Torture, but it got shortened. Apparently they had a new betting guy, who surprisingly didn’t fight. I hope the scrawny guy doesn’t get pounded to a pulp by arguing betters. Whatever, whoever they are they aren’t my responsibility.

Brian’s POV

Lizzy sauntered into class with a pep in her step. What had her in such a good mood? Did she leave detention and go get laid?

“Hey, sorry about yesterday, couldn’t be late for work.” She said all smiles.

“So it was ok for me to be late?” She shrugged.

“You could’ve climbed out the window.” And with that class begun.

~Friday night~ (Still Brian’s POV)

I honestly couldn’t wait to see the Angel in a fight. She was against some guy named Jake, from what I know he’s twenty and way out of her weight class. I wonder how old the mysterious Angel is?

“ARE YOU READY? LET ME HERE YOU SCREAM! PLACE YOUR BETS BECAUSE TONIGHT YOU WILL SEE JAKE 200 POUNDS VERSUS THE INFAMOUS ANGEL OF 120 POUNDS! THE FIGHT STARTS IN FIVE MINUTES, YOU KNOW THE RULES, FIRST TO EITHER PIN THEIR OPPONENT FOR TEN SECONDS OR KNOCK THEM UNCONSIOUS WINS!”  The announcer in the ring boomed in that way all announcers speak.

Man this girl was brave to take on a guy almost twice her size barehanded. Especially when the fight doesn’t end when they think one has had enough like in pro, this was a sort of illegal fighting, makes better money though. I collected the bets in my section and waited patiently for the Angel to emerge. Two hooded figures came in from opposite directions climbing into the ring, the Angel on the left. When the Angel dropped her hood, I was stunned, it was Lizzy. The gorgeous player from my school the rebel. This was her job? I got a queasy feeling in my stomach. Not only was he a guy and around twice her size, but also four years older. I held my breath for the bell that would start the match. They bumped gloves…then…DING! The match commenced.