Boxer

Chapter 2. Tournament

I heard a faint pop as I punched my opponent right in the chaw. My wrist popped. I looked and saw my opponent fall to the ground.

"Winner by K.O, Nate" Said the announcer.

Well there you have it another win. Tomorrow is the tournament.

I grab my duffel bag and head out the locker room. "Nate"! I heard coach call.

I turn around. "Whaddup"? I say. "Good round. Tomorrow is the tournament ,be ready" he said. "Ight" I say.

I walk out the gym and head home to get ready for a shower.

When I get there Ashley is busy cleaning up the house. I grab some clothes and go towards the shower.

After I get out I head down the stairs to see what Ashley is up to. "Hey" i say in sort of a boring tone. "Hi honey" she says in a squeaky stupid voice. "Soo, ur opponent hurt"? She ask. "Nahh, not to bad" I reply with a smirk.

She heads into the kitchen, and I follow to grab a drink. Mmm it spells good in here. "What are you making"? I ask, taking 2 water bottles and handing her one. "Chicken and mixed vegetables and some nice creamy potatoes, and I also bought a pack of beer to go with it. I know your big day is tomorrow." She smiles. "Really? Thanks" I say. I down the water and walk to the couch.

Later she hands me a plate and a cold beer that she got from downstairs. We sit and watch The Walking Dead as we eat and talk about plans for the weekend. My plans are basically dumping her and doing what I need to do.. I've had a weird feeling about Ashley. I tune her annoying voice out and focus on being ready for tomorrow. The show breaks to commercial and she starts to speak. "Nate, do you think your gonna do good tomorrow"?. "Uhh yea, why wouldn't I? I believe in my self". I say. "Good" she says .

I finish and rinse off my plate, feeling the warm water run on my hands. "Imma just go lay upstairs, feeling a little sore" I tell Ashley. "Ok hun" she says. I head up and into my room and pull the small bottle out my pocket. I downed the Vicodin, and layed on my bed. A few minutes went by and I had a little dizzy feeling so I dozed off .

***** [Next morning]******

"Nate!! Get up" yelled Ashley.

"What"? I said feeling slightly dizzy.

"You only have 30 minutes to get to your tournament, you gonna get disqualified" she said.

"Uhhh... I won't be late" I said getting up with a sigh

I grabbed a hoodie to put over my shirtless body, then slid into some basketball shorts. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and my duffle bag of freshly washed clothes and mitts and ect. Then I slid on my nike sandals and headed out the door. That only took about 5 minutes, so I have 25 to get downtown

***

I get down to the big rounded building and even have 2 minutes to spare. I head inside the dome.

I get to the section they are hosting the tournament in. As I walk to check-in I feel some eyes on me, wondering why I'm not dressed. I've been to a couple of these so I know how they run, they take a while and usually start with the beginners so I have time to get ready.

I leave check-in and head to the showers.

**

I step out of the showers, inhaling the fresh sent. I put on my boxing shorts that go to my knees, I hate when the other boxers where those tiny shorts. I wrap my wrists and hands up tightly, then I spray some deodorant on and walk out.

I head back into the center and watch on as the others are either sitting in a row in front or in the oct. fighting. Im waiting.

**

So about 45 minutes after I have some arrived, my name is finally called. I'm against Rob Martin. He's a pretty good boxer, but I got him.

We got into the octagon and waited for the match to start..

*ding ding*

He grabbed me and pushed be up against the cold hard steel..

He had me for a couple seconds until I pushed under him and twisted his leg in a leg lock. He kicked out of it, and forced me to a pin. I got out. I then pushed him up against the steel with his face pressed to it..

After about 10 minutes, the match was over.. And the announcer said "winner Nate"!

Ahh!! I sighed in relieve while my coach whipped the blood off of my face, I glanced acrossed and saw Rob Martin's coach whipping the blood off of him and checking his jaw line. He grabbed his stuff and left a little upset, he's out.

***

I just completed my forth match and won. I'm going to finals! This is the first time I made it to final the other times I have been runner up or the next one under that.
I quickly whipped the sweat off my face as I waited to see who would win this match to go against me in the finals..

* a little later the match was over.
The announcer said "Moving into the finals along with Nate.. Justin"!
Justin Ritt... He was good, he was tough and could lift a little. I'm ready.
I hurried and downed a water and hoped into the oct.
I watched as Justin stepped in, eyeing his every movement to see if I could figure out anymore about his technique than from what I just saw.
We shook hands, getting ready. Feeling my heart thump in my chest, I breathed , and calmed the nervousness down. I knew I couldn't be too hyped and nervous or jumpy or most of all.. cocky.
I stepped back and waited for the bell.
•ding ding•
He quickly rushed up and put my arms in a lock, I struggled a bit but managed to get out his grip. I swung him into the cage, and ducked his hit.
** not a lot of time so I'm jut gonna hurry with this. **
The time was up and the announcers voice rang over the speakers, "winner, of this match and the winner for the Summer Oct. Tournament is.. Nate Rogers"!! (Idk if I made his last name yet but it's Rogers, so if I said anything else ignore it)
I rose up , my chest rising and falling. My coach handed me a towel and slashed my with some water and handed me an icy cold blue Gatorade.
I drank half of it while sitting and then walked up to the table. I took the medal I was handed and they took my picture, not really a fan of pictures but they needed it and I was in a good mood. My coaches cheered on as I got my stuff and headed out the door into the dark parking lot. "Hey! Nate!" Called coach, I turned and faced him. "Good job!! Man that was really good, there was se people looking on too, you might have a chance at getting signed to a professional"! Coach exclaimed.
"Ha yea.. Well see" I said.
"Only time will tell" he replied starting to walk back.
"Absolutely". I say grinning, putting my duffel in the trunk, shutting it and hoping in my car.
Tonight should be good..

I drive past the bright buildings and people rushing around.. It's rushing hour.. Great.

**
After about 20 minutes I get back home. My muscles are cramping and I'm beginning to feel the aftermath.
I turn the shiny knob.. But it's locked, so I grab my key. I push it in and turn. I thorough my bag on the couch and head into the kitchen. I grab some water and notice Ashley isn't there.
I head up the big wooden stairs to look for her. I hear light sobs as I walk through the bedroom door.
Her head is in her hands and she is sitting next to a couple suit cases.
"What's wrong"? I ask..
"Wtf" she says, raising her hand to show a tiny plastic bag. It's filled with the powder.
Fu**! I must have dropped it in my rush.
"Umm.." I start
"Don't" she says. "I don't want to hear it, I'm leaving.. You weren't even worth my time anyway, good bye" she says clearly.
I just laugh.. "Oh I'm not worth your time?, it's coo.. Go find some other guy that will have the ability to stand you and your scratchy voice" I snicker.
A couple tears flow out her eyes and she leaves. She's gone.

What to do now....