Alesandese

Chapter Three

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"Are you ready for the most exciting match today has to offer?"

The training hall once again erupts in cheers.

"Then let's bring forth our finalists!" I take a slow breath and step forward onto the mat and see Bruce do the same. We stand before each other and look into each other's eyes, each trying to intimidate the other but I think I'm failing miserably with my 5' 2 and 175 lbs. And I'm not talking about a lot of muscle here, I simply love to eat.

"Scared freak eyes?" says Bruce with a mocking smirk. I narrow my eyes at him.

"Excuse me?" I ask angrily. "What did you just say?"

"What's wrong with your weird eyes? Why do you have two colors instead of one? Unlike normal people." says Bruce with a sneer. I growl and my fists clench involuntarily.

"It's called Heterochromia you uneducated moron," I won't let this bastard win. I have to give it my all.

"Whatever freak. Maybe I'll help and kick your eyes straight." Bruce snorts and looks back at his teammates, giving them a thumbs up.

"That doesn't even make sense!" I whisper angrily to myself and take a deep breath focus! Beat him in the fight and prove him wrong.

The referee steps forward and makes a motion for us to step closer and bow to each other.

"Just give up loser," whispers Bruce and before I can answer back, we straighten our stance and take our positions. The referee raises the flag and nods towards each one of us and we both nod back but never remove our eyes from each other.

"Fight!"

Before I have a chance to think about my attack tactics, a kick lands on my knee. A scream of agony leaves my lips involuntarily. I immediately fall to the floor, clutching my throbbing knee. I hear the whistle blow loudly and Bruce's laughter. I whimper in pain and look up to find Bruce looking down on me, a sneer on his face.

"This sport is for real men, not small girls who want to play tough," says Bruce.

"H-how dare you," I manage to answer back and stand up slowly. My knee is hurting like hell and I can barely stand on it, but I won't let this misogynist win.

"Why don't you just give up? You have no chance here," says Bruce, shaking his head at my attempt to stand up straight. The referee steps towards me.

"Are you able to continue the fight?" I nod my head and take my position on the mat, trying to avoid putting too much weight on my left knee. The referee nods his head and steps back, the flag raised once again.

"Fighters prepare for round two!"

I look at Bruce who looks more than disinterested but still takes his usual stance. And suddenly I see an opportunity.

"Fight!"

Bruce runs towards me and aims for my knee again but this time I'm prepared and jump back. Bruce's fast and begins a quick series of kicks and several of them hit me but never as strong as the kick to my knee. I see my chance when Bruce yet again aims for my knee. That seems to be his trademark attack, I manage to think to myself.