I could hear the crowd roaring around me. They were cheering for my opponent, the defending champion, Renee Buford. She has won two MMA women's heavyweight championships in a row. I on the other hand am a rookie to the heavyweight division. I'm 5'4" and 180 lbs. I'm barely big enough to fight in the heavyweight division, yet here I am at championships. I'm not fat, I'm not even close. I'm just extremely muscular, and no, I do not use steroids and any other drugs. I just work my ass off.
I heard the bell ring. She came at me but I was too fast. She punched at my face and I ducked. I then punched at hers and she blocked, what she didn't notice was my knee. It hit her right in the stomach. She started coughing then threw another punch. That one hit me, and hard. I fell on to my back and launched myself back up. I swung and hit her in the temple. Good thing we wear head gear, 'cause she would've been knocked out. I caught her behind her knee and she fell forward. I rolled her over and sat on top of her. There was 30 seconds left in the round. I squeezed my knees together, pushing all the air out of her diaphragm. I then continually punched her in the face. Her nose was bleeding like crazy and she passed out with 2 seconds left on the clock.
Not only did I steal her championship belt, but I set a new record. No girl has ever won championships in a single round. Until now of course. I, Charlie Walker, was the MMA women's heavyweight world champion. Oh, and I'm still in high school.
I got home after the fight, because it happened to be in New York, and I plopped on my couch. I turned on the TV and opened a bag of potato chips.
"CHARLOTTE AMANDA WALKER!" My step-mom yelled at me from the kitchen.
"What?" I yelled back.
"GET IN HERE!" She yelled. "NOW!"
"Gah." I sighed and stood up. I slowly walked into the kitchen. "What?"
"You have an A-! What is wrong with you! You're never going to get accepted to a university! You can kiss college goodbye!" She was furious. She let all her breathe out. "I knew it. Felicity really is a better student than you." She was talking about her daughter, my step-sister.
"Felicity doesn't fight, she doesn't box, she doesn't do MMA." I said. "She actually has time for homework."
"Well then maybe you should quit mixed martial arts-ing." My step-mom snapped.
"Sorry, I can't. I'm the reason we're rich. Unless you want all the money to go away, I keep boxing. Since I know that's the only reason you married my dad." I smirked.
"You inconsiderate little bitch!" she yelled. "Go to bed!"
I walked over to the fridge, grabbed a soda, and flopped back on the couch. Spilling a bunch of potato chips in the process.
I heard my step-mom growl. She obviously doesn't like me very much.
The next day I got up, took a shower, put on some dark grey leggings, a really cute black shirt made of lace, with a neon blue camisole underneath, and black paratrooper boots. I put my long, naturally blond hair in a sock bun, and wore dark make-up. My usual get-up.
I got in my black, 1969 shelby mustang, which has white racing stripes, and drove to school. Purposely leaving my step-sister behind. She can ride the bus. She hates me anyway.
By lunch time, I sat with a bunch of guys, as usual. I really don't get along with girls. Most of the guys who sit with me are football players. Sometimes they'll have a girl with them, sometimes not.
And then my step-sister decides to walk over with her preppy-ass, slut friends. "Oh look, it's my stupid step-sister!" Her and her friends started laughing.
"Oh look!" I said enthusiastically. "It's that psychotic-bitch who thinks she's hot!" All the guys around me burst out laughing, obviously agreeing with me.
"Whatever." She said, sounding all stuck-up as usual.
I watched my step-sister purposely throw the rest of her food on April O'Neil. I stood up and walked over to her. "Felicity." I was holding a smoothie in my hand. As she turned around I took off the lid and poured it on her. "Oops."
"Gah!" She yelled and ran into the bathroom.
"Hey, thanks." April said.
"No problem. Don't let her pick on you, it only gives her confidence." I said.
April nodded as I walked away.
Later that day, when it was dark out, I decided to go on a walk. I don't really know where, I just left my house and walked. I was wearing a black hoodie with the hood up. Three guys started following me. Next thing I know it was five, then at least ten. "Shit." I whispered to myself. They caught up ad surrounded me. All of them had something on them that correlated with the Purple Dragons. So I assumed they were Purple Dragons.
"Isn't it a little late for a girl like you to be walking out all by yourself?" One of them smiled.
"No. I do what I want. At my own time." I said.
"Well you might want to rethink that." Another one of them laughed.
The pressed forward. A smiled grew on my face. "Bring it on." I whispered.
I saw a flash and smoke filled the street. I felt a needle go into my neck. The last thing I saw was some bug-eyed weirdoes wearing black form head to toe. Then I blacked out.
"Is she going to be alright?"
"I don't know! Where did you find her again?"
"She was lying in the middle of the street, surrounded by dead Purple Dragons. We have to get her to the guys."
"How do you know her again?"
"From school. She's the senior that hangs out with all the varsity football players."
"Oh. I know who she is! I think…"
"Casey! Just pay attention to the road!"
I opened my eyes. I was lying on some sort of metal table. Tried to sit up but I was strapped down. "What the fuck?" I said out loud, not realizing anyone else in the room.
"What?" I heard a male voice. A large, mutant turtle walked over to me. He was wearing a purple mask over his eyes and had a boa staff with him.
"You…turtle." I laughed. "I don't know who you are, but I like you already."
"Uh thanks?" He smiled. "I'm Donatello, but everybody calls me Don or Donnie."
"Nice to meet you, Donnie." I said. "Can you unlatch me now?"
"Sure." He said.
As he unlatched the straps, a short turtle walked in. He was wearing an orange mask and had two nunchucku. "Dude! She's awake!"
"Hi?" I smiled.
"That fight was so awesome! The one on TV! I can't believe you beat Renee Buford! How does it feel to be a world champion?" he asked.
"Mikey! Don't pester her, she needs to rest!" Donnie said.
Mikey put on a puppy-dog face. "But she's Charlie Walker!"
I smiled. "Donnie, it's okay. And it feels great to be a world champion."
"Charlie Walker!" A red clad turtle walked in. He had two sai. "I can't believe Charlie Walker is in our home. I'm Raphael. If you call me that, I'll punch you. So call me Raph."
I laughed. "Do you really think I'm afraid of getting punched?"
Another turtle walked in. He was wearing blue, and had two katanas. "I'm Leonardo. Raph, Mikey, get back to training. Leave Don to his work."
Raph winked as me as he and Mikey followed Leonardo out.
"What's Leonardo's problem?" I asked Donnie.
"Oh Leo? He's just upset that Master Splinter is gone for a few days. Master Splinter is our adopted father, he's a giant rat who taught us ninjutso." Donnie said.
"Oh. Cool." I said. "How did I get here exactly?"
"April and Casey." Donnie growled when he said Casey's name.
"Oh I know them. And I know that you like April." I smiled.
Donnie looked at me. "How?"
"By the way you said Casey's name." I laughed. I was beginning to feel faint. I fell over.
"Charlie! Don't panic!" Donnie yelled.
The world went black once more.