Danger.

The fight.

Jess P.O.V

I strut into the building that I have gotten to know and love. I look around at the fue men around me training before they have the fights of their own. I walk around and look at all their strengths and weaknesses. One man had caught my attention. He was well built and had light brown hair and strangely familiar brown eyes. But I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I have seen them before. I would tell by the face but the thing that is stopping me is that he has a purple ski mask on him so I could only see his eyes. He was wearing light purple baggy shorts, a dark red vest top and some jordans.

I watched closely as he was practicing is right and left hook on the punch bag, but was not paying attention on what his feet were doing. ‘I have found my advantage.’ I said to myself as I carried on observing. I could tell he was by far the strongest out of them all. This told me that I had to pay extra attention.

My thoughts were interrupted by Mike, the owner. He led me into his office to get signed into the fight. But to also tell me about the man that I was vs.

Mike: Jess, the man you will be facing tonight is a man that calls himself the Terminator and as you could see he is a very strong lad.

He said as he peered out of the blinds of his mini window where the man was focused on his work.

 Me:  Yes, I can tell. But don’t worry Mike I found his weakness. He might be strong but he hasn’t been working on his foot work and has been concentrating on his upper body not both.

Mike turned around looking at me impressed.

Mike: You’re a very observant girl Jess. Just don’t let me down and underestimate him.

Me: Don’t worry. I will be fine, just make sure you have the ambulance on speed dial.

I joked sending him a wink before heading back towards where the ring is. On my way there I was suddenly stopped by ‘Terminator’.

T: Why don’t you go train? You will need it if you’re going to be facing me in the ring.

I shook my head at him before carrying on towards the other side of the ring where the coat hangers are.

“5 minutes before the first fight begins.” The speakers cheered before going back to science.  

By the time I finished getting everything ready my fight was about to start. I ducked under the ropes and into the ring. I looked over to where everyone was watching and saw my whole gang. I sent them a smirk before concentrating back into what was going on.

Mike introduced both of us as we had a countdown until the bell went off.

5

4

3

2

1

Ding Ding Ding!!!!

I wasted no time in playing about and punched the ‘terminator’ straight in the jaw causing him to stumble backwards. I took this as a opportunity to take a blow to his stomach. As he clutched his stomach in pain I roughly kicked my leg under his feet causing him to slam straight into the floor.

Everything happened so fast. In one swift moment he was back on his feet sending thousands of hits to my face causing my lip to bust. And some of my ski masks to rip where my mouth was down to my chin.

As he slowed down getting more tired from the fast hits, I blocked one of his hits by grabbing his fist and flipping him over causing another thud to the ground. But before he could get up again, i straddled his waist throwing constant punches in is face causing his nose to bleed and his ski mask to also rip from one eye to his mouth. I could now clearly see who the man I was fighting.

The one person I would never expect...