Broken Code

Chapter 3:Ring

I ducked before a fist could hit me in the face.

I threw in an uppercut strait to his jaw. It took him a moment to regain himself but he didn't back down.

He threw in a combo and sucessfully landed a hit to my side.

That is soo going to bruse.

I stricked again. I kept on dancing around my opponent throwing kickes and punches not meant for real damage but to wear him down.

Some of his stikes hit me but I kept on hitting him from various places.

At last we parted and staired at eachother in a hungry manner.

Like wild animals crazed with the thought of blood.

I could see he was getting tried so I took my chance and suddenly attacked with a cross.

I was right he wasn't fast enough too deflect my punches so he took them strait to his face.

While he was seeing stars I threw a kick to his side and with the momentum flipped in mid air and landed a kick to his neck.

I landed to the ground as the guy crumbled to the floor.

I could hear the audience chear.

"Our winner isssss agaaaaiiin rink champion Night!!" Yelled out the referee holding up my arm.

I looked around myself. Swarms of people where seeted over me.

They screamed and threw their fists in the air like wild animals. Eager for more blood.

I raised my other fist in the air.

The crowd turned wild.

They couldn't see my face for it was covered with a black mask. But I was smiling with pride.

I left the rink to get my money. 1000. Not bad.

I went into the changing rooms to get changed. My clothes wear covered in sweat.

I put on some black skinny jeans and a white t shirt.

Over it I wore my black leader jacket.

This jacket brung back memories of my first win in the rink.

2 years ago.

I have a black eye and a few bruises on my body, not bad.

I thought as I circled my opponent.

I probably looked like a joke compared to him.

His figure was tall and bulky probably twice my size.

He was so sure of himself that he hadn't placed a bet.

I on the other hand had put in all of mt money, 2000 dolors for this fight.

He and his friends where having a good laugh. I took my chance.

I went in with a cross, successfully with my hits.

My success was cut short when I took a hit strait to my abdomen. For a moment I couldn't breath.

I kneel forward weasing but the guy wasn't done with me yet. He took ahold of my hair and slamed his knee to my face.

I heard a crunch my nose was either cracked or broken. Tears rimmed my eyes.

They kept on laughing.

"I guess I can take my money now" he said rather carelessly as he started to go and fetch his money.

The money was kept by a bystander so no one could back out of a fight

I had sacrificed my only money.

Without that I would probably starve.

Laughs could be heard from the audience.

I saw red! I could hear the hum of adrenalin in my veins.

I ran after him with nothing to lose and jumped on his back taking him in a headlock.

His eyes widened. But he quickly regained himself and threw me off of him.

"Haven't I beaten you enough?" He said trying to cover up his suprise for his neck was completly red.

He went in with a punch but I quickly blocked and slamed in a right hook to his cheekbone.

His friends where calling out to him to finish me off and get the money.

He yelled back to them to shut up.

"You wanna play bitch, lets play!" he said trying again to hit me but I wasn't having it.

I ducked and by using his outstreched arm as leverage kicked his abdomen with both feet.

Before he could recover I punched his face with a cross making his head snap back. Blood leaked from his mouth.

He yelled in fury and charged at me but I side stepped and kicked him from behind.

He landed on the ground with a thud and it looked like he wasnt getting up soon.

I had for the first time won.

I lifted my head to look around myself.

His friends had somehow disappeared ( what good friends)and the audience looked at me dumbstruck.

I approached the money keeper and asked him to give me back my money.

The guy gave me the money as fast as possible and dissolved into the crowd.

I approached the guy still laying on the ground and shook him with my foot.

He groaned but quickly got up when he saw it was me.

"Fight rules the winner gets the money. I want my money." I said calmly. Folding my arms Infront of me

He laughed nervously.

"I don't have any money."

"What." I said taking ahold of the front of his shirt. Is this a joke.

"Are you kidding me!?"

"No please I don't have anything."

But. I wasn't listening, something had caught my eye.

He was wearing a dark brown leather jacket.

That would keep me warm at night... I thought and said.

"I want your jacket."

"What..." He looked at me confused.

"I want your jacket!" I said tightening my hold on his shirt.

He looked suprised but he quickly took off his jacket gave it to me and ran after his friends like there was no tomorrow.

I put on the jacket.

So this is what it feels like to win.

From then on my wins where more than my loses.

That day something inside me had snapped. I no longer feared the coming punches and kicks. Instead they feared mine

In world of predetor and pray. I became a predetor waiting for prey.

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