Breaking My Silence

Chapter Six - Oh Great, The Past Has Come to Visit

I stood at the door waiting for the cue. I heard the voice over from Slam by Pendulum as the voice over said the last sentence the spotlight flashed to me. I was in a black, floor length cotton cloak, hood down, eyes hidden.

Let me tell you one thing, once I enter the arena I am a different person. I tune the world out I hear only the music. I follow my body, letting instinct take over; this part is just a show, a show of power. A way of asserting the power you have over your opponent.

I am staring at the ring, lost in the music. It does not send a message to my opponent. No, that’s a lie, it does send a message. The message is a lethal one.

I walk down the walkway to the ring; my walk is timed perfectly so that each footstep had its own beat and that when the sound hits, the lights followed having the effect of a lightning storm.

I listen as I enter the ring. I do not stare my opponent down, I do not glare.

I raise my head, the hood falls back.  

My face is emotionless, my eyes are flat.

I scan the crowd for no particular reason other than the fact that it seems to faze the other fighter more than a death glare.

After I scan the top section of the crowd, I slowly drop my eyes to my opponent as he enters the ring.

First thing I notice is his sandy blonde hair; long enough to cover his eyebrows and part of his neck, in the same cut as Justin Beiber.

I analyse his size, he is around six foot and wasn’t massive but he also was in no means little he had his shirt off and had a fighters body. He also had tanned skin that was almost golden.

It was then I lost my composure and my eyes darted up to meet his. I froze, I knew those eyes.

I can’t believe I hadn’t recognised him.

Those blue eyes, they were so light they were almost grey and even though I was too far away at the moment I knew his right eye had a large gold fleck.

Tyler.

Justice.

He had changed

He stepped to the middle of the ring where I was waiting.

Before we bumped fists he hissed,

“You know the drill, 7pm at mine Saturday”

I glared.

“Only if you win”

“See you there” he smirked.

We both got into position as Jimmy announced the fight.

“Oi!! Everyone! We have the elusive Storm back from retirement, against Justice a new fighter to The Pit, place your bets, you know where to go!”

Thank God Jimmy kept it short, I need to get into it, and Jimmy signalled the go ahead when cheers began.

We circled each other waiting for the other to make the first move. Eyes locked to one another as we circled.

We had kept this up for nearly three circuits when he lunged at me, preparing for a grab.

His arm whipped past my shoulder as I took a step to the side, I took his arm and slammed it between his shoulder blades. I then kneed the curve of his lower back to get him to the ground.

I was now sitting on his ass with his arm in a lock behind his back, I then put an immense amount of pressure on the line of the bicep of his free arm, and this made him squirm.