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The Night of My Life

I woke up early, 5:30am to be exact. I heard my best friend, cooking something in the kitchen. Curtis always cooked for me. He was my best friend and supported me through every rough turn I made. Every single choice. He was a stark opposite to me. I was a lanky man, my entire body a bulk of toned muscle from years or training. I had short, dirty blonde hair, shorter at the sides than the top. The top I kept messy. Looking constantly like I just got out of bed. I had a short, dark beard. Curtis on the other hand was a bulky man. He had a lot of chub on him but he was a damn tank. He had short black hair that he swept backwards. A big beard, going down to his chest. He was a gentle giant by nature but I've witnessed him crack skulls.

I heard him call me into the kitchen, I quickly grabbed some black basketball shorts, a less than pleasant looking Western Michigan University cut off, which had turned more of a dirty brown than gold. I ran into the kitchen and seen a plate full or scrambled eggs, buttered toast, and sausage links; A cup of black coffee sitting next to it. I went to sit in front of the food when I heard another plate clink against the table. I turned to see Curtis smirking with a fork and knife held out above a plate of wheat bread, fish, and brown rice. I groaned and looked at him,
"Bone appetite" Curtis said, pushing the plate in front of me.
I let out a sigh and said, "Come on, Curty. Can't I have something else just once? Just for breakfast? At least give me a fuckin sausage link." I then plunged my fork into a sausage and tried getting it into my mouth, just before I bit into it, Curtis flicked it off my fork and onto the table. He then grinned and said "You can have as much as you want... After the fight." He then winked and walked away with the food. Leaving me to rice and fish.
I ate it all quickly, grumbling a little as I did. It all tasted bland. Like nothing. It's fine though. I needed to stay healthy till I was done with tonight's fight.
I got up from the table and through on black running shoes. I ran out of the apartment complex and quickly to the park. The park was a mile and a half away and I was sweating by the time I got there. I immediately went to a clearing near the back of the park, about 100 yards away from anyone besides people doing exercises like myself. I dropped to the grass, my bare chest being tickled by the grass. I could smell cigarette smoke near me and felt my nose turn up in disgust. I ignored the scent and started doing pushups, slowly and without much vigor. I needed to keep my strength for tonight. Out of the corner of my eye I scene a fellow MMA fighter, Brody Williams. He ran to me and said,
"Sean O'Hare... it's been a minute since we have talked!" He sat in the grass next to me, pulling a water out from a yellow gymbag on his waist. I eyed him carefully. He was a strange fellow. Muscly with a drill instructor appearance. He had mid length hair, hanging just below his ears, dark brown in color. He had a strong set jaw and confident eyes.
"It's been more than a minute, Brody. It's damn good to see you" I said, sticking out my hand for a handshake.
Before he took my hand my head went numb, I felt a pain behind my ears and a pain in my gut. My stomach felt like hot led was making its way up. Before I knew it I was laying on my side, I heaved up blood and my ears popped. I felt tears well up behind my eyes as the pain in my head and neck became unbearable... then it sounded like there was cotton in my ears, everything muffled with a dull ring. My vision went red around the edges. Then everything got cold. Everything went black. My mind told myself I'd died; because of the pain I was in... I don't know if I would have cared. This was supposed to be the night of my life...