spitting it into a bucket.
“I want you to finish him this
round, Jet. Don't let it go to a decision. End it.”
I nodded, and stood up as the
bell for the third round went off. I moved in toward The Destroyer slowly. We
exchanged a couple of jabs that didn’t really make their mark. As I came in, he
landed a front kick to my stomach that took the wind out of me. I needed to end
this quickly; he was a powerful fighter, and I didn’t want to risk having him
get the drop on me, and have the fight go to a decision.
I made a quick assessment of how
close I was to The Destroyer, and I moved in quickly. I feinted a low kick, and quickly swung my body around in one smooth motion, catching him
completely off guard with a spinning back fist. As my gloves made contact with
his face, I heard a crack and I was fairly confident that I broke his
cheekbone.
He dropped immediately, and the
ref called for the bell and the fight was over.
The medical team came in to check
to see if The Destroyer was conscious, which he was―just a little
disoriented, and in some pain. He lucked out by only having a fracture in his
cheekbone, not a broken bone. He was still yelling out in agony though.
I grinned as I looked around the
room at the audience, made eye contact with my mother, and winked at her. I
imagined her heart had raced the entire time, and it could finally rest easy.
When the medical team was
finished with The Destroyer, he surprisingly met me in the middle of the cage
where the winner was to be announced.
“By way of K.O., the winner of
tonight's event is Jet!”
My hands flung in the air as I
took my victory lap. I was then given a medal for my match, and I left the
octagon to meet with my team.
“Why didn't you take him to the
ground man?” my coach asked me.
“He was strong, really strong. I
didn't want to go down unless I had to. You know, for me, going to the ground
is a last resort. I like fighting. I like feeling a solid knockdown.”
“That was a pretty sick
back-fist, I have to admit.”
“I had everything under control
man, no worries.”
“Yeah you did. It was a solid
win, but it’s time to get your mind set for the next one.”
My mindset was already ready for
the next one.
I received my congratulations,
and went out to meet with my family. We were all planning to celebrate tonight
with some decent food and a couple of drinks.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
I slowly opened my eyes to a
sound. I couldn't place where the noise was coming from, or what it was. God, I
was tired. No, not tired, utterly exhausted. I rubbed my eyes and settled back
on my pillow, trying to focus on the sound. I couldn't figure out what it could
be. It was a great indication that I may need to get regular sleep. I had a
long day, and retired to bed early, probably too early. I looked around, trying
to place where the sound was coming from again. My thoughts were still fuzzy,
and it felt like it had to be the middle of the night.
I had just gotten to sleep,
hadn't I?
The clock beside my bed read
11:00 p.m., and I wondered what in the hell was going on. I had only been
sleeping for a few hours, and I did not want to be awake again.
I jumped when Julie started
banging on the wall from the adjacent room. She scared me half to death. I
tried to sit up in bed as my heart was beating in my chest furiously.
“Come on, Natalie, I have a 7:00
a.m. class tomorrow, for crying out loud! Either answer the damn phone, or turn
it off. I need to get some sleep here.”
My phone. Ah, it was my phone, of course. Now the sound registered
in my brain. I slowly wiped at my eyes. Wow, did I ever feel tired. How did I
not recognize my own phone ringing? I wondered who on earth would be calling at
this hour. Not one of my friends would ever call me this late. I rolled over in
bed and grabbed my phone, looking at the screen. When my eyes had finally
cleared from sleep and exhaustion, I looked at the number, and I didn't
recognize it. I figured
“I want you to finish him this
round, Jet. Don't let it go to a decision. End it.”
I nodded, and stood up as the
bell for the third round went off. I moved in toward The Destroyer slowly. We
exchanged a couple of jabs that didn’t really make their mark. As I came in, he
landed a front kick to my stomach that took the wind out of me. I needed to end
this quickly; he was a powerful fighter, and I didn’t want to risk having him
get the drop on me, and have the fight go to a decision.
I made a quick assessment of how
close I was to The Destroyer, and I moved in quickly. I feinted a low kick, and quickly swung my body around in one smooth motion, catching him
completely off guard with a spinning back fist. As my gloves made contact with
his face, I heard a crack and I was fairly confident that I broke his
cheekbone.
He dropped immediately, and the
ref called for the bell and the fight was over.
The medical team came in to check
to see if The Destroyer was conscious, which he was―just a little
disoriented, and in some pain. He lucked out by only having a fracture in his
cheekbone, not a broken bone. He was still yelling out in agony though.
I grinned as I looked around the
room at the audience, made eye contact with my mother, and winked at her. I
imagined her heart had raced the entire time, and it could finally rest easy.
When the medical team was
finished with The Destroyer, he surprisingly met me in the middle of the cage
where the winner was to be announced.
“By way of K.O., the winner of
tonight's event is Jet!”
My hands flung in the air as I
took my victory lap. I was then given a medal for my match, and I left the
octagon to meet with my team.
“Why didn't you take him to the
ground man?” my coach asked me.
“He was strong, really strong. I
didn't want to go down unless I had to. You know, for me, going to the ground
is a last resort. I like fighting. I like feeling a solid knockdown.”
“That was a pretty sick
back-fist, I have to admit.”
“I had everything under control
man, no worries.”
“Yeah you did. It was a solid
win, but it’s time to get your mind set for the next one.”
My mindset was already ready for
the next one.
I received my congratulations,
and went out to meet with my family. We were all planning to celebrate tonight
with some decent food and a couple of drinks.
Chapter Nine
Natalie
I slowly opened my eyes to a
sound. I couldn't place where the noise was coming from, or what it was. God, I
was tired. No, not tired, utterly exhausted. I rubbed my eyes and settled back
on my pillow, trying to focus on the sound. I couldn't figure out what it could
be. It was a great indication that I may need to get regular sleep. I had a
long day, and retired to bed early, probably too early. I looked around, trying
to place where the sound was coming from again. My thoughts were still fuzzy,
and it felt like it had to be the middle of the night.
I had just gotten to sleep,
hadn't I?
The clock beside my bed read
11:00 p.m., and I wondered what in the hell was going on. I had only been
sleeping for a few hours, and I did not want to be awake again.
I jumped when Julie started
banging on the wall from the adjacent room. She scared me half to death. I
tried to sit up in bed as my heart was beating in my chest furiously.
“Come on, Natalie, I have a 7:00
a.m. class tomorrow, for crying out loud! Either answer the damn phone, or turn
it off. I need to get some sleep here.”
My phone. Ah, it was my phone, of course. Now the sound registered
in my brain. I slowly wiped at my eyes. Wow, did I ever feel tired. How did I
not recognize my own phone ringing? I wondered who on earth would be calling at
this hour. Not one of my friends would ever call me this late. I rolled over in
bed and grabbed my phone, looking at the screen. When my eyes had finally
cleared from sleep and exhaustion, I looked at the number, and I didn't
recognize it. I figured
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