"I left my soul,"
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Piercing shouts and angry cries surround me, they grow louder, more resentful. They chant different names over and over again as if it were a ritual. Some swoon, others spit hateful remarks. Some even shout my name, wanting to see me and my warn down body.
This is what I come to everyday, this is what I see every single night. Instead of laying my eyes upon Adeline's beautiful eyes and flawless face, I see these people, their breath rank and clothes scraggly. The smell of blood becomes superior over other aromas, it is stronger than the scent of fresh air after a rain storm. Stronger than some of the other men here.
My stomach churns as I wait, bells overhead keep ringing and echoing though the thick walls...all the way to my ears. The crowd's roars don't drown out as I drift off thinking of other moments, they stay put, like gigantic boulders in the way of a path. I feel a presence behind me, one that I've always feared for some reason.
"John Doe, you're up," Logan's rough voice screeches from behind me, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. He slaps me up the back, signaling me to step forward. All nervousness suddenly dissolves like salt in water. All drowns in a deep pool when I come out of the dark secluded room we must stay in until it's our time for our fifteen minutes of fame.
The faces of anonymous people immediately flood my vision, they chant my name now, they scream at me, for me. Some reach for me. Others give hasty glares, trying to bury me even farther into the ground than we already are. My bare skin instantly goes cold when I feel Logan's hand again, pushing me forward closer towards the man made circle.
Men and women crowd around, all just waiting to get a glimpse, most have piercings or have tattooed their body to Hell. Some have a lit cancer stick in between their parted lips, others have nothing.
I pick up my pace, striding with a new found confidence that has seemed to generate out of nowhere. Just then, a booming male voice comes over the microphone, making a loud screeching sound that shuts everyone up real fast.
"Introducing the robust 19-year-old John Doe to the ring! The one who refuses to reveal his true identity to the ring!" The crowd erupts in exuberance, their cries of triumph full of energy.
The announcer doesn't even bother saying my opponent's name, for the blatant fact that he's never seen him before and neither have I. The lights dim down, all surrounding lights going out besides the ones lighting the circle. I hear someone in the distance, a female voice, shouting my "fake" name, as others follow.
It's at this moment that the adrenaline kicks in, as I bounce on my feet, my blood boiling. This place has turned me into a beast, a violent monster, part of me views it as a good thing, but the other part not so much.
The loud bell signaling us to attack one another rings, jarring me out of my thoughts. The man who opposes me seems confident, but I can see the fear gathering in his eyes, and I can sense it radiating off him. A single group of gnarly men root for him, to which I am assuming they're his friends.
I jolt forward, this subtle movement taking him off guard, leaving enough room to throw a hard swing, the middle aged man stumbling backwards, but not bad enough to fall. He throws himself at me, his elbow grazing my lower lip.
I always try so hard not to let the opposer strike me, for it will leave a questionable mark on me, one that is guaranteed to get asked about by Adeline. The taste of blood coming to my tastebuds, and my mind immediately panics.
The man moves towards the middle of the circle, one foot after the other, opening up another opportunity for me to strike. I shuffle around in my spot, moving left and right, a technique I see others use in this ring. His eyes flicker back and forth, his jaw visibly clenching in anger.
He jaunts, coming to me and barely snatches my arm as I swing behind him, grabbing him in a gentle, but not too subtle choke hold, forcing him to the ground. My grip tightens as he goes to the ground, the referee immediately beside us counting to three.
"One!"
He struggles.
"Two!"
He kicks his feet.
"Three!" The referee slaps his hand on the cold concrete ground and I immediately let go, standing up. I wipe the blood with the back of my hand, and run my other hand through my umber locks, getting them out of my face. The referee grabs my arm and holds it up, the audience losing it.
"The winner: John Doe!"
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