Fight Me

Chapter 1: The First Time

"Elena you've got to get ready we are almost late for your brother's fight," my mom nagged as I put the last touch of makeup on my face.

"Mom I know hold your horse I can't leave the house looking like Waca-Flaka," I growled.

"Fine but if your father raises all kinds hell in the car I'm putting you under the bus." And with that she shut my bedroom door as I applied the last bit of mascara I had left to do. It was supposed to cold out so I put on my open-toed green strapped wedges because the cold never bothered my feet anyway because I have the feet of an 80 year old man. And I slipped on my purple and grey stripped shirt and my black leather jacket. I applied a red toned matte lipstick and finally I was ready to go. I walked out to the car where my mom and dad were waiting for me. As soon as I got into the car my dad floored it and we were on the way to my brother's wrestling event. I wasn't really into wrestling all that much but I came for the sake of my brother and because my dad refused to let me stay home no matter how much I begged. I plugged my headphones into my phone and put on my car ride playlist. The venue wasn't far I just don't like car chatter I find it unnecessary. I checked my battery percentage to make sure it was enough for amount of time that we might be there. When we finally got to the venue it was already 7:10 in the evening. My parents and I rushed to make sure we got good seats. We paid for our tickets and sat on the right side of the ring where my brother would be coming out. All together the crowd was filled with my mom, my dad, our 3 other siblings, my mom's parents and her cousin Peter. The room was practically filled. I sat in my seat, but before I did I picked up a free poster of all the wrestlers who had been with this wrestling association. Most of them looked pretty scary but some looked like nice people. The MC began the speaking but I wasn't paying no mind to him, I was playing with my phone. Most of the fights were pretty short-lived, after a while I decided to put my phone away and actually watch. The MC was announcing the next set of wrestlers up for fighting.

"In this corner weighing in the luchador with the mean streak weighing at 175 lbs hailing from Atlanta, Ga, its... King Cesar!" Music began to play and the song really got me feeling a bit more enthusiastic about this entire thing. I started cheering and clapping. The mentioned wrestler came out from the way my brother was supposed to and he passed by us and he gave me a high five, which made me burst out laughing. He got into the ring, so flawlessly like he has been doing this all his life. I was mesmerized more by the mask that shielded his face from everyone else's. I was itching to go up there and see who was under that mask. But as I almost got up from my seat I get rammed into by the other announced wrestler. I didn't even hear he MC call him out, I was too busy day dreaming. I fell flat on my ass, and instead of getting up I shielded my face so no one could see how embarrassed I was. I started to feel around for my chair but instead I was met with a gloved hand. I peeked through the hand the covered my face and standing there was King Cesar standing above me with his hand out expectantly. I took it gratefully and as I did I felt my body heat up. I blushed even worse than when I fell. He ushered the MC to hand him the microphone, the MC gave it to him without argument. King Cesar looked at me, the only part of his face that I could see was his mouth and eyes. He had a scruffy goatee and pink soft pillow lips. But his eyes they were yellow, they must be contacts. As I just stood there analyzing him he gave me a slight smile and sent me a wink over his shoulder, he then began to speak into the mic.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, as you can see this fair lady was knocked over by my opponent. And didn't even apologize! To restore this beautiful damsel's honor I will win this fight," He said his accent sounded like he was Hispanic, he sounded beautiful the words seem to flow out of mouth like water from a waterfall. I heard everyone even my family clap around as, but I was only focused on the man in front of me. He bowed slightly and kissed the top of my hand gently, before disappearing, in just a blink of an eye. I struggled to sit down because I was still in shock at what just happened. My mom pulled on my arm and I sat down as King Cesar jumped into the ring with ease as he had before. As the match began I kept my eyes on him and I swore his focus never left me. And that was his mistake, because when his head was turned towards me the heart melting smile on his face vanished as his opponent used the ropes to launch himself forward and into him. He got him down for the pin and I pushed myself up from my chair and started yelling with every breath in me telling King Cesar to get out of the compromising position. The referee started to do the count and when he got to 2, he broke free. I felt a satisfied smile creep onto my face as King Cesar climbed onto the ropes and perched onto the edge with his opponent's back turned towards him. As he got ready to launch I could see him give me a thumbs up as he landed on the other guy, crushing him. He acted quickly and practically turned the guy into a human pretzel. King Cesar ushered for the microphone.