Looks Can Be Deceiving

Chapter 6; Fresh Meat

Jess PoV;

You know, when a person walks into unknown territory completely unarmed and demands to speak to who's in charge, they usually end up either: 1. dead, 2. beaten half to death, or 3. captured questioned and released in a different location to confuse them. He is lucky I'm not THAT much of a bitch.

"So you want to train here?"

I sat down as Fransisco took over. I sat back just so I could observe to see if this guy had any experience at all. If I would need to start from the beginning with him. This was ritual, between me, the boys, and any newbie that wanted to join in on our training. They test him out mentally, and Fransisco, being the tallest takes over as the "trainer" as I sit back and size up the applicant. But it's not a physical test, its a communication and mental test. I have to be able to see how he will carry himself in the ring, his stance everything. It important, because it will be what makes or breaks him in the ring.

"Yes, I need a new trainer. I take it your the trainer here?"

His stance is straight and confident. Head held high and complete eye contact is made between Jason and Fransisco. Good. His stance is perfect. His posture is as well. But there is something off on his eyes. They seem to hold some kind of emotional block. That could be good and bad at the same time. He may be an undercover, or someone trying to infiltrate our ranks. We'll see.

I cross my arms and stand slowly from my seat, the bench creaking as my frame rose from the rusted metal. I would say it was for dramatic effect but my injuries hurt like hell. Slow and steady, don't collapse, don't fall over. DON'T FALL OVER.

Okay. Yeah.

Hearing my approach, Fransisco's head snapped over towards my direction, and he smirked. He looked back to Jason, and laughed. Jason's face showed perplexion, and apprehension towards Fransisco. I mean I would feel the same if some intimidating dude did the same thing to me but I wanted to train him.

"Fransisco, knock it off you're scaring him." I chided playfully.

"Sooo Jason, mind telling me why you need a new trainer," I inquired, walking forward towards him as fast as my injured body would allow me. "It's not everyday a newbie shows up and just ASKS to join the underground. Unless you're already introduced to it?"

I stopped in front of him just a few feet away. A habitual attempt of intimidation for answers that was most likely useless at the moment but I still made the attempt. Plus it helps to have an extremely buff group of guys backing you up.

"Yes I already debuted as a cage fighter, not that i wanted to but they said that was the only spot they had left open for me."

My eyes widened and i could feel myself grow pale. He's been forced into that? By his own trainer? The cage fighters always fight to the death, and the fact that this guy, who seemed to be my age was forced into it worried me. I'm taking him. If he's survived this long, however long he did the cage division, i want him under my wing. But I'm breaking him free.

"Well then boys," I raised my voice, the sound echoing through the large acoustic interior. "Looks like we have some new talent in our group."

A loud chatter and hollering arose from the boys, quickly engulfing a seemingly terrified Jason into a group pile up. As they got off the floor, Adam patted jacob on the shoulder.

"Nice job kid, you passed her initiation. Probably faster than anyone else has."

"That is a LIE and we all know it," Jasper screeched and suddenly posed hip tilted with one hand on his hip the other in the air, "we all know it was ME."

The boys burst into a loud fit of laughter, including Jason who seemed to warm up to them quickly.

I sauntered over to Jason leaning on a nearby Adam, who quickly supported me, and stuck out my hand in front of the new recruit.

"Welcome to training hell Jason. I'm Jess, your new trainer, and you won't ever have to fight a cage fight again." I smiled gently at him and and his eyes widened.

Cage fights we merciless and were fight to the death matches that only the extremely desperate went into. You watch people die and you also have to take them, or else someone will have to take yours. I could tell from the way that a few tears fell down his shocked face, that he hated killing, and it tortured him to do so.

"I may be just a trainer but i know what is best for my fighters. And hun it looks like cage fighting screwed you up a bit. Don't worry. We got you Fresh Meat."

He reached his hand out, in what I though would be a hand shake, and pulled me towards him making me stumble in his direction. As soon as his arms wrapped around me and I felt a few tears hit my shoulder, my body gave out with a loud whimper from my mouth.

I never felt the floor as my consciousness faded to the sounds of horrified shouts from the boys.