Whoosh, duck! A swing to the left, wham, back at'em! Another swing came towards me. I ducked quickly, and gave a hard shove towards the 180lb rock. There was a crash, followed by the rattling of the cage, and there was constant screaming in my ears. Before he could recover, I came in fast with a blitz of punches. I'm closing in on him.
He seemed to have found a bit of energy left, because the next thing I know I was on the floor, and his large form straddled himself between my legs.
Time to shine.
Grappling had always been my area of expertise. I raised my legs over his shoulders and squeezed hard. His head and right arm are trapped, and he's gasping for air. His bald head is red as a tomato from the lack of oxygen.
Three hard smacks to the floor force me to release him. I stand, arms raised for my victory. Adrenaline courses through me, and I could see, just outside the cage, my best friend is waving and screaming like a school girl. A smirk came to my lips as I walked out the cage, and into the ecstatic crowd.
"Damn, Chris, you had him thinking he was gonna win for the longest!" the little brunette squealed excitedly, as she helped me into my oversized hoody and handed me my blue and grey Dallas Cowboys hat.
"Sasha, you know he wasn't gonna get far. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, right?" My voice was still slightly ragged from the fight.
"Chriiiiiis, party at your place tonight?!" Augustus and Torrin came rushing over, trucking through the crowd, and slinging their arms over my shoulders.
"Did you see how Chris had Damon in that reverse head lock?!" Auga's tall, muscular, body grabbed for Sasha and swung her around a few times before setting her down.
"Now let's go drink!" Torrin and Auga connected in a chest bump, Torrin's shorter, stouter form bouncing right into it, while Sasha and I gave each other knowing looks.
"Eeeh, I don't know, I still haven't fully moved in yet. On top of that, I don't know how my neighbors feel about parties, yet…." And the subject was snipped at the bud, right then and there. And there we left, myself as the designated 'only-one-shot' driver.
When I got home, that's when it hit me. The crew were all home safe, wrapped in the comforts of their beds, and with the knowledge that loved ones are only a room away. I, on the other hand, was once again sitting on my roof, staring at the moon. The house below me was as soulless as a ginger. I chuckled at the silent joke I made, temporarily relieving myself of the loneliness I felt every night.
Me being an only child, I grew up with only my closest friends. Auga, Torrin, Sasha and I, our own version of the fantastic four. I chuckled again, thinking of Sasha's obvious crush, and Auga's oblivious nature. They had been joined at the hip since even before puberty, so I knew that the beautiful not-yet couple had deeper feelings than just lust. Sasha's long curly brown hair, and very short, but vivacious body complimented Auga's tall, dark and toned muscles. I laughed at the thought of how Torrin just so happened to be the polar opposite, with his average height, and body builder stature. His torso is thick with muscle, and his heart just as strong.
I on the other hand, have a small structure. With my caramel eyes, and thin, chin length blonde hair, I've always been eye candy for multiple girls. Guys never paid much attention to me, due to my height… or, rather, lack of… Haha, I'm funny. Another chuckle rang through my body, causing the hard, slanted roof to dig into my skin.
I sighed, feeling the slight rise in temperature through my oversized hoodie. The sky just barely lightening, sun still invisible. I crawled through the hole I cut through the screen covering my window. Not like anyone would care that there was a hole there in the first place. I climbed over the expensive furniture, still covered in plastic, and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. With the window shut, and the blinds down throughout my house, the 'home' I now lived in looked pitch black. Not bothering with a light, I made it to a room and collapsed on the well-made bed. It still smelled of my mom's perfume, and my dad's cologne. I fingered the silver necklace around my neck. It was long and the chain was thick, and on the end hung a decorative cross. I recalled how my father had given it to me as a gift on my 16th birthday.
'The length to represent distance, and the density to show strength. No matter how far your mother and I may seem, our love will always reach you.' His voice echoed in my mind at the memory. It almost made me regret running away only a month after.
I had only been gone for three months. Three. That's not even a semester. That's barely a season. All of my winter had been spent either getting money in the ring, or sleeping on the roofs of people's houses. Their disapproval of me fighting was what drove me out, in the end. They insisted that there were other things I could be spending my time and passion with. But that's just it, you can't just prove what you want to be passionate about, it chooses you. And damn, did the ring make a good choice in taking my short tempered ass.