We sat in the office for a quick minute. Caleb started winking at every high school girl that walked in here. Which was surprisingly a lot. I roll my eyes.
Kylie walks in and Caleb doesn't wink at her. She glares at me then sweetly smiles at Caleb. I shake my head and put my earbuds in. I turn the music up all the way.
A couple minutes later, Caleb pulls my blazer getting my attention cause our ride was here. I take out my earbuds and pause my music. I shove my phone into my bag and walk out to a black Honda Civic. Caleb and I climb into the backseat and threw our stuff in the back.
"So, what do you want from Chick-fil-A," ask a raspy voice from the front.
"Our usuals," answered Caleb. I put in my earbuds and turn my music all the way up again. Within the thirty minutes that I sat there I started to tap my fingers and close my eyes. I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. My eyes shot open. I take out my earbuds and look at Caleb.
"Hey, you good," he asked. His brows were furrowed with worry. I simply nod. I'm still not in the talking mood. He looks at me for a second, sighs and goes back to looking out the window. I phase out again.
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"Hey wake up," a deep sound says calling me from my sleep. My eyes simply flutter open and stare into the intoxicating green ones.
"You are really close," I whisper, pushing him back and getting out of the car. I take in the familiar surroundings. The place where I am most comfortable, the back entrance of my favorite warehouse. There are two body guards waiting in a narrow alley way, that looks shady af in my opinion, but then again who am I to judge.
"Hey there guys, long day," I call out as I walk down the rocky path. They smile as they see me.
"Yea everyone has dying to see you," says a tall white man. His name is John. He is very muscular in the way a body builder is with cropped, black hair and brown eyes. He has many tattoos that wrap around him giving him a very intimidating look. His counterpart is almost the complete opposite. We call this one Smith.He isn't as tall but is still taller than me. He has caramel like skin and hazel eyes. His hair is longer and messier, and he isn't as body builder as John. He has a more boxer build to him, not as muscular so he can move quicker but still strong and firm. Smith nods at me as I walk past him through the door into the locker rooms.
I seem like nothing compared to these two. But naturally that is where the eyes deceive you. I'm short but I am strong. I don't look like much but I do have a lot of strength from over time. I'm like Smith in this way. I'm not a body builder but I have collected strength from punching a bag over and over until my knuckles were bleeding. I swiftly change into a sports bra and some shorts.
The door bursts open with my manager and the announcer coming through as I pull on my first specially made glove for me.
"Hey, you ready to go?"
"Yep," I say pulling on my other glove. I bounce on the balls of my feet as I enter the hall that leads to the ring, my ring. The ring I have dominated for the past 7 years.
"Ok Ash your competitor is Amar Hall the one you beat in like 3 seconds last time." My manager, Jacob, said. He is at least 5'11 and a little on the cubby side. He has a small dad bod but has been working out because, 'I make him feel bad?'
"Oh ok so play around with him," I say, rolling my neck and shoulders trying to loosen up before I go in.
"Yea I hear he has been getting top training," he shrugged. "It might make him feel better about himself." I nod. Amar is short with cropped blonde hair and hazel doe eyes that can you can kinda melt into. Luckily I'm like a tundra and never melt.
"As long as he doesn't get butt hurt by my win I'm fine," I say stepping on to the first stair. I turn to see Caleb who had been following behind so quietly. "See you later."
He nods and turns around with Jacob in tow. I continue up the stairs to hear music blaring from all over and the crowd chanting my name like I was Beyoncé. The lights were blinding but god I loved them. It's like they always find me. I smile and break into a run as I wave at the crowd causing them to go wild. My chestnut brown ponytail bouncing and waving every time I take a step.
Amar walked on the ring with a serious face on. I walk in the ring, tighten my ponytail, and take a deep breath. Taking in the sweat and metallic smell recognizing the previous fights that they swiftly cleaned up after. I stay smiling as I shake Amar's hand.
I walk to my correct spot so the fight can begin.
"Welcome to the final fight of the night," yelled the announcer over the P.A system. "Tonight we have a returned veteran, Amar Hall. Last year he was sadly knocked out of the circuit without being able to show any skills in 3 secs by his lovely competitor, Ash!" He wince as if remembering the injuries that I gave him. I still feel bad to be honest, I'll apologize after the fight.
The crowds excitement died down as the announcer started, "and our other competitor of the night is no other than the 7 year round champion who has won more trophies than Michael Phelps," I laugh at thing comment and start bouncing on my feet again as the crowd went crazy with laughter. "She is back for another win so if you haven't placed bets now might wanna place them on her, Ash-" he didn't get to finish my name before the crowd lost it again. I smile and open my mouth to say something, the crowd got quiet hella quick.
"Now now~," I say seductively and the crowd eats every word. " I wouldn't doubt my competitor Amar here, I hear he has been getting training." I look over at him and he shoots me a small smile of greatness. I give a nod with understanding.
"Oooh~ sorry Ash didn't mean to offend you," he said. A quick flash of anger must have taken over my features because the crowd started to murmur. I quickly replace a smile on my face.
"Let's just get started Spiky," I say using the name that he disliked.
He quickly agrees and starts the countdown.
10. I breath in and take in my familiar surroundings. A simple mat that has a net that reach to ten feet in the air, a nice and bouncy mat that has a red ring creating a nice authentic rocky feeling, and the trained stance that Amar has forced his body into.
9. I let out my breath and take my usual loose stance that gives me many chances of offense and defense methods.
8. 7.
6. I look up to the booth to see Spike glaring at me. A small smirk played on my lips.
5. I start to bounce on the balls of my feet again.
4. I start to remember all the rage and anger that I had to let simmer all day.
3. 2.
1. Almost immediately he strikes and I completely fail at defending my face. He jabs me in the eye, which gave a little more to my anger. I give in to it and completely switch off all manners of my usual attack.
I quickly reach up and grab his hand with one hand and with the other I block his kick. I reach under his knee before he could move it back down and throw his arm in the opposite direction, which completely throws off his balance considering I still have his leg. I kick out his knee and l throw his leg like I did his arm. He lays sprawled on the ground for a sec but gets up and gets back in his uncomfortable position.
I happily decide to mock him and go into that position as well. I have one leg in front and one leg a good foot and a half away, my arms are up in ground of my face and my body is slightly angled to get better offense. I smile as I continue to mock him by striking. I jabbed him in the eye and knees him in his stomach. When he was bent over I grabbed what I could of his hair and I used an upper cut repeatedly until I could see blood. Once I had my fill I kneed him in the face and pushed him back to admire my handiwork. His face was awful and for a split second there was a pang of guilt then I remembered that he signed up for it. Hie nose was all bent out of shape with blood gushing out, his right eye was swollen shut and turning different shades of black and blue, and his lips were cut. I jab him hard and fast in the chest and he falls down. I breath in feeling a little better.
Spike came running to the circle with some medics in tow. I bend down.
"Hey I'm really sorry," I say to him. He was still conscious, even after the brutal beating.
"That's just part of the game," he replied. The medics were sitting him up while spike pulled my arm up declaring that I was indeed the winner. I get up and wave at the crowd as Amar was picked up and carried off. After I was done I walked to the locker room to y'all with Caleb and Jacob.
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The Devil's Roommate
RomansAshley finds out that the devil is her roommate. What surprises her more, is that he is the best roommate Ashley has ever had