Hey Guys long time no see ;)
So i've been itching to be able to publish this story on here but have pushed it aside since i've been so busy and still needed to update My Sweet Escape. But since i finally have some free time on my hands i decided to post it and im so very excited.
This story is based of the book Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire, it's one of my favorite books and i hope you guys enjoy this.
Everything in the room screamed that I didn't belong. The stairs were crumbling, the rowdy patrons were shoulder to shoulder, and the air was a medley of sweat, blood and mold. Voices blurred as they yelled numbers and names back and forth, and arms flailed about, exchanging money and gestures to communicate over the noise. I squeezed through the crowd, following close behind my best friend.
"Keep your cash in your wallet, Ally!" Trish called to me. Her broad smile gleamed even in the dim light.
"Stay close! It'll get worse once it starts!" Jace yelled over the noise. Trish grabbed his hand, and then mine as Jace led us through the sea of people.
The sharp bleating of a bull horn cut through the smoky air. The noise startled me, and I jumped in reaction, looking for the source of the blast. A man stood on a wooden chair, holding a wad of cash in one hand, the horn in the other. He held the plastic to his lips. "Welcome to the blood bath! If you are looking for Economics 101…you are in the wrong fucking place, my friend! If you seek The Circle, this is Mecca! My name is Elliot, I make the rules and I call the fight. Betting ends once the opponents are on the floor. No touching the fighters, no assistance, no bet switching, and no encroachment of the ring. If you break these rules, you will get the piss beat out of you and you will be thrown out on your ass without your money! That includes you, ladies! So don't use your hoes to scam the system, boys!"
Jace shook his head. "Jesus, Elliot!" he yelled to the emcee over the noise, clearly disapproving of his friend's choice of words. My heart pounded in my chest. With a pink cashmere cardigan and pearl earrings, I felt like a school marm on the beaches of Normandy. I promised Trish that I could handle whatever we happened upon, but at ground zero I felt the urge to grip her toothpick of an arm with both hands. She wouldn't put me in any danger, but being in a basement with fifty or so drunken college boys intent on bloodshed and capital, I wasn't exactly confident of our chances to leave unscathed. After Trish met Jace at freshman orientation, she frequently accompanied him to the secret fights held in different basements of Eastern University.
Each event was held in a different spot, and kept secret until just an hour before the fight. Because I ran in somewhat tamer circles, I was surprised to learn of an underground world at Eastern; but Jace knew about it before he had ever enrolled. Austin, Jace's roommate and cousin, entered his first fight seven months before.
As a freshman, he was rumoured to be the most lethal competitor Elliot had seen in the three years since creating The Circle. Beginning his sophomore year, Austin was unbeatable. Together, Austin and Jace easily paid their rent and bills with the winnings.
Elliot brought the bull horn to his mouth once again, and the yelling and movement escalated to a feverish pace.
"Tonight we have a new challenger! Eastern's star varsity wrestler, Marek Young!"
Cheering ensued, and the crowd parted like the red sea when Merek entered the room. A circular space cleared, and the mob whistled, booed and taunted the contender. He bounced up and down, and rocked his neck back and forth; his face severe and focused. The crowd quieted to a dull roar, and then my hands shot to my ears when music blared through the large speakers on the other side of the room.
"Our next fighter doesn't need an introduction, but because he scares the shit outta me, I'll give him one, anyway! Shake in your boots, boys, and drop your panties, ladies! I give you: Austin 'Mad Dog' Moon!"
The volume exploded when Austin appeared in a doorway across the room. He made his entrance, shirtless, relaxed and unaffected. He strolled into the center of the circle as if he were showing up to another day at work. The lean muscles stretched under his tattooed skin as he popped his fists against Marek's knuckles. Austin leaned in and whispered something in Marek's ear, and the wrestler struggled to keep his stern expression. Marek stood toe to toe with Austin, and they looked directly into each other's eyes. Marek's expression was murderous; Austin looked mildly amused.
The men took a few steps back, and Elliot sounded the horn. Marek took a defensive stance, and Austin attacked.
I stood on my tip toes when I lost my line of sight, leaning from side to side to get a better view. I inched up, sliding through the screaming crowd. Elbows jabbed into my sides, and shoulders rammed into me, bouncing me back and forth like a pin ball. The tops of Marek's and Austins' heads became visible, so I continued to push my way forward.
When I finally reached the front, Marek grabbed Austin with his thick arms and attempted to throw him to the ground. When Marek leaned down with the motion, Austin rammed his knee into Marek's face. Before Marek could shake off the blow, Austin lit into him; his fists making contact with Marek's bloodied face over and over.
Five fingers sank into my arm and I jerked back.
"What the hell are you doing, Ally?" Jace said.
"I can't see from back there!" I called to him.
I turned just in time to see Marek land a solid punch. Austin turned, and for a moment I thought he had dodged another blow, but he made a complete circle, crashing his elbow straight into the center of Marek's nose. Blood sprayed my face, and splattered down the front of my cardigan. Marek fell to the concrete floor with a thud, and for a brief moment the room was completely silent.
Elliot threw a scarlet square of fabric on Marek's limp body, and the mob detonated. Cash changed hands once again, and the expressions divided into the smug and the frustrated.
I was pushed around with the movement of those coming and going. Trish called my name from somewhere in the back, but I was mesmerized by the trail of red from my chest to my waist. A pair of heavy black boots stepped in front of me, diverting my attention to the floor. My eyes travelled upward; jeans spattered with blood, a set of finely-chiselled abs, a bare chest drenched in sweat, and finally a pair of warm, brown eyes. I was shoved from behind, and Austin caught me by the arm before I fell forward.
"Hey! Back up off her!" Austin frowned, shoving anyone who came near me. His stern expression melted into a smile at the sight my shirt, and then he dabbed my face with a towel. "Sorry about that, Pigeon."
Ayy so i hoped you guys liked it, I'll probably update tomorrow if i get a good response from this chapter.
I'd like to take this moment to apologise for not updating My Sweet Escape, im so so so sorry for those of you who have been waiting for me to update, I've been so busy this year with my GCSE'S and as some of you may know they are a really big deal, but exams are over and now i just have to wait for results day. Plus i've also been busy working this summer and have had no free time to continue writing up until this week.
Again, i am so so sorry but i'll hopefully be updating that sorry very soon, I hope you guys like the story. Please review :)))
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