--- 22 August | 21:25 ---
THE FAMILIAR VOICE FADED OUT, and I wasn't paying attention any longer. None of what he was saying right now mattered to me, I didn't need a pep talk, and I already knew what he was talking about. I just needed to get out there. Get out there, and do work.
"I'll give you a minute," he said. I felt his thick hand clap me on the shoulder, and everyone filed out of the dingy, stuffy little room, leaving me to compose my thoughts. My taped-up hands and my bare feet caught my gaze, and a million little thoughts were rushing through my head at once.
I blinked. Once, twice, three times, and it was all gone. My world was slowing, tilting, spinning me into an oblivion unknown to anyone but myself. I'd been here before, I loved being here, but it was so hard to snap out of it sometimes. But sometimes, I don't think I wanted to.
I stood up from the bench, grabbing my gloves and walking into the hallway, looking at the tiled floor as I walked, Levi and Zed falling in behind me. Levi started up his banter again and, as the crowd's screaming and cheering filled my ears, he grew quieter and quieter. We stopped at the door, unseen by everyone, yet screams were still filling the warehouse.
Bright lights illuminated everything in the place, and anything you can imagine that is dank and dirty; well, it was here, but this was where I belonged; this is what mattered most to me.
"You got it, mate, you got it. Let's go," Levi said, squeezing my shoulder as we strode out along the walkway, me narrowing my gaze at the cage.
I was anxious again, it had been a while since my last fight, and that withdrawal was starting to get the best of me. This, what I did, was like a high for me; like my own personal drug that I could never get enough of. Not until I was surrounded by metal, controlling that hatred, that steady anger, into something worthwhile.
I bounced on the balls of my feet, hearing the crowd chanting my name, and that fed the slowly building fire within me.
Levi and Zed were getting everything ready, and I pulled on my gloved, wiggling them to make sure my hands were tight in there. I pulled the band across my wrist, pushing the velcro into place and letting my eyes flick to the other side of the cage.
That's when she caught my eyes, through the metal, criss-cross patterns of the walls.
God, wasn't she lovely?
I smirked. This was going to be a fun fight. Before Zed and Levi could come up to me, I was already inside, circling the cage and looking at the crowd through narrowed eyes. I got to my end, standing and waiting to see who was coming through the door next, who I would be fighting.
My heart was thumping in my ears and again my world slowed to near nothing. I saw him come in, and I blocked out all sound. The announcer came on, and the rules were said before this punk started playing up the crowd. Oh no. He clearly wasn't ready. He really, really was not ready.
The bell dinged, and he started for me. We stopped, awaiting to see who would make the first move. He was blunt with it, a bold move, I'll give him that, but it was useless. A jab to my face, blocked easily with my left arm, his right thrown away from me. His speed wasn't enough, and though his reach was greater than mine, I had more control.
A few punches, two jabs, and one landed smack to the side of my face, he'd gripped my hair bringing me into his chest before laying his knees into my palms, blocking his shots to my abdomen. I reached up through his failed attempts, pulling his head down to mine before rolling us over and onto the ground, climbing on top of him and laying punch after punch into his face.
The bell dinged, signaling the end of round one, and he walked away huffing. I was barely even started when Zed forced me onto a bucket, pulling out my guard and squirting water into my mouth. I rinsed, spitting into a second bucket as Levi wiped my brow, my eyes trained on my opponent still.
We got up, everyone clearing out before the second round started, and he was a bit hasty coming after me this time. He took off, slamming me into the side of the cage, his head tucked near my hip, laying punches to my ribs. I rolled my eyes, letting a knee fly up and land square in the jaw. He stumbled backward, and I let out jabs with precision, timing my breaths as each one hit perfectly.
I won't lie, it surprised me when I felt a sharp snap to my ear, and a ringing noise flooded my senses. I pulled back enough to look into his glazed eyes, a toothy grin flashing from the Englishman's mouth before I hauled off and laid one into his eye. Fury clouded his face, and instead of crumpling, he punched me in the face.
I glared before giving him a one-two combo, then laid all of my body weight into a solid kick with my right foot, his head snapping to the side, and he free-fell onto the sweat-covered mat, blood leaking from his mouth. He was down for the count, beady eyes shutting finally, and they ruled it a KO.
Knocked out in the second round, I'd won another, and I was pleased with it. It usually didn't take me this long to knock them out, but he was good. And my right arm, sore as it was, was yanked into the air by the referee, and I was placed under a new title before I caught the eye of the same girl I'd seen before the fight.
She was watching me with a steady gaze, not cheering like the rest of the people around her, and it intrigued me. Her lips were pursed slightly, and oh, how I lusted for them. I shot her a wink, praying that she'd be at the after-party held at Benny's after I got cleaned up; because to be honest, I didn't really want the title as my prize...
I wanted her.
( ok so i am only familiar with writing fanfiction. this is completely new territory for me tbh.
so i still dont know what im going to do with this story. i might keep writing it, i may forget all about it, or i might just delete it. but until then, lets see how this will turn out
- ace )
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Parellel Lines
Teen Fiction❝We were parallel lines, you see, and somehow we were able to intersect. ❞ -- Copyright © 2014, sadistical
