Fighting Spirit

Chapter 1: Last fight

I walked off the warm up mat feeling good. I had, had a good 30 minutes of warm up boxing before the match.

Normally in illegal fighting not many people warm up, but I'm undefeated... I need to always do my best.

I'm glad cause this match is a big one for my street cred. Not only was this an undefeated match but the winning prize is 1,000 dollars! I normally don't always care about the money, but now that I made it this far I feel that this should count for something.

I'm really sad though, I haven't told many people but this is gonna be my last fight.

Last week when I was sneaking back inside my mom just happened to be coming out of the bathroom and saw my black eye.

Normally I come home flawless. But that last guy was good and managed to get a lucky punch in, but of course I made him pay. By giving him too black eyes and made him lose... to a girl.

The only way I was able to sneak out today was because my parents had to go on a business thing a couple cities over and decided to stay in a hotel over night. At first they insisted on me coming but my best friends Katie and Jake said they'd stay with me and made sure I'd stay at home. And by some miracle my parents agreed, and now I'm here with Katie and Jake standing somewhere nervously in the crowd.

They hate it when I fight and they had to make me promise if they allow this one to slide then this is the last one. After all I agreed because my senior year of high school starts next week and I don't want to come to school with bruises and cuts like I did last year.

"Up next is the undefeated beast from the east," The announcer yelled over everybody, signaling me. "Against the little rookie who's about to have his first match." He smirked and I groaned, their having me break in the new guy before my actual match. I hope I get paid for this.

The mobs of people who came to watch parted a way for me and a way for the new guy. I walked onto the makeshift mat and turned to my opponent.

He doesn't look half bad. His dark brown hair was a little in his face but he didn't bother to move it. He doesn't have a shirt on, only shorts, so you could see his 6-pack. With that he looks around 18 or 19 maybe even 20 at the most.

He seems a little tense by the way his eyes shift around the abandoned building.

His jaw fell wide when he saw me. I expected this. Most guys do.

Like him I only fight in my sports bra and a pair of shorts. But of course that's not what he's staring that.

I'm a very modest person, so I would never say it out loud but let's just face it, I'm hot.

I'm tall at 5ft 10 and have gorgeous dirty blond hair that's currently curled around my face. From fighting my body has become lean and majorly fit. Let's just say I can be very distracting.

As he stares I put my hair up and look around for Katie and Jake. I see them and they look at me with pleading eyes. I give them a sympathetic look and focus back on my opponent.

He's collected himself and is reattaching his hand gauze. I look down and see mines fine.

Normally I tune out the crowd cause I've been doing this so long that it doesn't bother me to see people beating and screaming at us. But of course I look up and see the new guy jump at every scream and look away at every bet. I laugh and walk up to him.

"Hi," I said with a smile. I'm a very good sport, normally I say hi or good luck to my opponents. "I can tell that your new," I said pointing to the noise around us.

"That obvious?" he asks with a chuckle. "Does it ever get better?"

"Yeah, I've been doing this for a while. I just wanted to say good luck," I smile and glance around. "Do you have anyone cheering you on?" I ask.