New chapter. Here you go. Hope you enjoy it as I had this on my mind for awhile.
"Come on! Come on! Kill that bitch!" Why do these gargoyles always spew fire!? This pisses off so much! I've been trying my goddamn hardest to not summon Solaire, but come on! I've died about three times already because of this tag team bitches!
The fire stopped and the gargoyle near me is almost dead, time to suicide this bitch once and for all!
"Stab that fucker up!" I mid yelled as I used the last of my stamina, not a moment too soon the gargoyle's partner tried to lunge at me. I jogged out of the way while the first one dissipated into white mist.
"Fuck yeah! Now to kill his boyfriend." I said with a wicked grin on my face, let's have some fun.
It shot flames again, but without his bodyguard I was able to sprint behind him. I quickly chopped off his tail for 'fun'.
"Oh is this yours? Terribly sorry, would you want to join it too?" I jokingly asked on my screen as it tried to stab me with his halberd, I just parried his ass and finished the job.
"Get fucked! Get fucking fucked!" I shouted with joy, fuck this tag team boss! I hope I'll never have to fight another duo again.
*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ*BUZZ* "Hey! Wake the fuck up! You lazy bastard!" Is that my alarm clock? How long was I playing? I didn't do that much right?
"Holy shit! It's midday!" I played for ten hours straight!? How is that possible? I was... Oh right, I had to do a few things before I could reach these guys, Had to make sure I had the stuff ready for work for tomorrow and I did a lot of farming for souls and resources... No wonder the fight looked... Easier than before those last two times.
"*Sigh* I think I should leave it for now, I didn't get any sleep too. I wonder if the pizzaria would let me sleep in my office for now, god knows I'll need every energy to even look at those fucking robots." And that's literally true, I don't want to die just yet.
I grabbed my keys and left my place with a bag that had my work clothes. Don't have time to put them up, my schedule is really tight thanks to my regimen.
"Speaking of which..." I haven't trained at all these last days, that's bad. I guess I could warm up a bit on my way there, no punching just jogging to not slack on my foot work. My reflexes need to be on top shape in a week and a half. "I guess just jogging is fine for now."
After I closed my apartment I saw Sophie peeking out of her room, was she stalking me? Better not give her any attention for now, or whenever.
As I left the building, I started to do a light jog. My arm is useless until it's fully healed, but not my legs. It felt good to exercise again, the muscles need it to keep in good shape.
As I was jogging, my music kept ringing on my ears. Damn... It's a pump-me-up music. It's tempting me to train harder than what I'm doing right now.
Fucking hell, resist it! Don't push yourself... Is what I would think right now, instead I said fuck it.
My light jog turned into a sprint and then back at a heavy jog, damn I missed this in the last two days.
This went on until I stopped on the bench I sometimes rest, then... That means I've been jogging for half an hour. That's good, it means I still haven't lost my endurance.
"What was the music that I was listening even?" I asked myself until I saw my MP3 showing 'Hekireki'. Heh... Even though I don't understand a single line of japanese, I still like the song.
Well since I'm close to the training ground, might as well see who the fuck is training. I know there are some guys who work hard to get some muscle, even though they are still little bitches in the inside.
"Not what I was expecting..." The place was pact with a ring near the ground. "What the fuck is going on here?"
"Oh! Hello there Mike! Are you here to try your luck with the 'Iron Fists' Alex?" Is that Tess? 'Iron Fists' Alex?
"'Iron Fists' Alex? You mean the newbie on the professional boxing department?" I stay in tune with the news, but why the fuck is he in my turf?
"Yeah! He announced that he would come here to see if any guy has what it takes to be a boxer!" You're kidding right? I mean, he just debuted a couple of months ago and now he's looking at himself as god? "He came here a couple of days ago and rented the place up. He came an hour later after you went to work."
"So basically this is like a competition? Fucking great..." Let's see how this guy fares, maybe he has some future or he'll just crash on the ground like a wounded eagle.
"Are you going to have a match with him?" She asked with, and god forbid if I was delusional or not, sparkles on her eyes.
"I'm still healing, but let's see what that guy has to offer." I said while taking a seat on the crowd. This became a hit, if this many people want to see two guys ditch it out.
"It's about to start!" She squealed, guess she's into boxing a bit too much.
"Hello ladies and gentlemen! My name is Toby Anderson, owner of this training ground. And today, we will have 'Iron Fists' Alex battle against anyone that wants to feel like a true boxer! This man has won four matches without losing once and took them all with either KO or TKO's! Who wants to challenge this new pair of wings that'll might even become champion?" Damn Toby! I didn't know you had it in you to be the announcer and referee!
Alex Vidgarl, also know as 'Iron Fists'. He's your standard boxer opting for the textbook style, has blond hair and green eyes. He's wearing what other boxers would wear, trunks that just end above the knee, looks like he opted for the yellow color ones. He's also wearing a good pair of yellow boxing shoes with a black outline to match it. The gloves are standard ones and the mouth piece as well.
"Come on guys, show me a good time until my next match." Cocky son of a bitch, the kind I hate the most. Though I need to fucking respect his achievements, even if they are just baby steps. "Heck I'll even battle the lightweight champion without even so much as a scratch on me."
"What did you just said you fucking bastard!?" You better take it back you bastard! You don't, and I mean YOU DON'T, fucking say that without experiencing the real thing.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? He's but small fry against me. Ah... I can already see it, the title so easily gotten." That's fucking it!
"Son, you shouldn't have said that to 'Fearless' Mike." You goddamn said it right Toby.
"D-did you just said Mike?" I don't fucking care right now, I'll beat him to the ground and make him suffer for what he just said.
"M-Mike?" Don't even talk to me Tess. Not now.
"Toby, I'm getting my stuff. He's mine. Don't let anyone fight him just yet." I said as I walked towards my locker.
Who the fuck does that guy think he is!? He just pissed off the wrong guy, I don't even care about sleep because of my blood being pumped.
"Knock him one for me Mike!" Will do Elsa, will fucking do.
As I was done dressing up I walked towards the ring, my headphones were playing 'The bio terrorist threat'. Fitting, don't you think? I was ready to plow him to a bloody mess.
I wore my black beanie of course, my old black trunks with white outlines on my either sides. My boxer shoes that donned a crimson color that matched my boxing gloves. Now in official matches, you can't have any hats or beanie's, but since this isn't an official match it's okay for me.
I entered the ring and I could see already people looking at my scarred body, some scars here and there with my shoulders new cut. Of course I had to take my bandages off for now, but that means nothing to me right now.
"Alright ladies and gentleman! On this corner we have our new star, Alex Vidgarl! He's going to fight now with the local legend, the one that fought head to head with the lightweight champion John McGrath!" My headphones that were hanging on the my corner changed music to 'I'm told that hurts'. Must be Elsa changing the music to match the moment. "The one and only 'Fearless' Mike Schmidt!"
The crowd roared towards us, I was staring at Alex the whole time. I was certain that he was regretting his decision to even say those words, but no matter what he'll say. My mind is locked.
The pressure and my killing intent was making him shake, what a pansy. And you call yourself a boxer?
"This match will be a three minute long match, like an official one. Both fighters can only go down three times, on the third down they'll be disqualified on the spot." Just like old school. "So everybody, get ready to see a show!" He said as we left our corners towards the middle. "Alright you two, I want a clean match. No cheating or pulling any tricks got it?"
"Loud and clear." I said as I put my mouth piece.
"Y-yes!" Steeling yourself eh? That's good, that means I can destroy your hope of becoming big.
"Alright shake hands." Toby ordered, Alex extended his hand to shake. I was having none of that and just slapped his hand, you don't deserve my respect after that moment.
*DING*
I went to my southpaw style while he went textbook. I was ready to humiliate him, I was ready for fucking everything!
He charged at me with his right hand ready to throw at me, I saw through that and dodge on my left. He was fast enough to throw his left, I ducked on that moment and took a step back. He looked kinda slow to me. Or maybe he's cutting it down to then annihilate me. After all, every first round we should see what their rhythm consists before going for the kill.
"Come on Mike! Show this guy how boxers really are!" / "Come on Alex! We're always with you!" The crowd were cheering, this bitch even had his own cheerleaders backing him up. This pretty boy... Will fucking lose no matter what.
He throws another left, than a right. I successfully block them with my right shoulder. Can't be using my left side yet. He throws another left and then another right. I'm seeing a pattern here. He threw another right and then he repeated again.
*DING*
"Second out!" Already? I guess I was too focused to even notice the time running down.
"Wow Mike! I didn't know you could dodge like that!" Fighting against a champion does that to you. But I got his rhythm down, he always starts with his right.
"..." Only now I could feel my right shoulder again, I was wondering why I couldn't before. It was numb from the impact. He doesn't have that nickname for nothing.
"Hey Mike, nice to see that you haven't rusted out after all these years." I kept training Toby, don't say that if you saw me coming here everyday.
"You know me, need to stay on shape." I said while on my focused state, I want to punch that guy badly. You have no idea.
"Alright, I'll give you a minute before the bell rings." Gee thanks, making me more crazy before the second round. After that he went to talk with some co-workers he told about the match.
"So... What are you gonna do after the match?" Can't you just shut up? I need to fucking concentrate here.
"Work." There now leave me alone.
"Oh cool! Would you mind me going with you." No fuckin' way you tailing me.
"Yes. I would." I said while noticing my reflexes becoming a bit dull from talking.
"Oh come on, I won't bother you that much!" Not helping here brat.
"You talk one more time and I'll seriously will shut you up myself! Talking with a boxer is fatal when he's on the ring." This is something I saw during one of the many practice matches, some girl or loved interest talks with the guy and he becomes somewhat slower and then ends up losing.
"Yeah this guy is easy, and here I thought that he would destroy me. He hasn't even hit me once." You're going to regret that, you little bitch.
"You idiot! Do you even know who that guy is or is even doing!?" Hmm? Is that his couch? "That guy has been checking you out the entire round, he probably already knows what your thinking!" Smart person.
Elsa changed my song again, this time its called 'Vagabond' from a cartoon of boxing called Hajime no Ippo. It's gonna fit nicely against this guy,
*DING*
"Seconds out!"
As soon as I heard the bell I rushed at him, he was still turning with that smug smile plastered on his face. He didn't even saw my right connecting with his face.
He staggered, but not out. I took a step back to re-position myself, in case he decides to throw a stray punch at me. The look on his face is priceless right now, he wasn't expecting that one bit.
I decided to provoke his ass with my gesture 'Come on'. His face contorted before rushing towards me with fast hooks, what a joke.
He kept throwing those hooks, than after awhile he decided with jabs.
"Hey... Why is Mike just dodging?" / "The better question is why is Alex missing all of them?"
He was desperate to hit me, he really was. I could see him becoming angrier and angrier.
I slipped on my step and took a full force straight punch directly at my face.
"A direct hit!"
I recoiled a bit before making sure I was still standing, that was a good punch.
"Hehehe... Hahahaha!" I started to laugh inside me, I haven't felt this pain in so long. It felt so familiar, but now's not the time to remembering stuff.
Now's the time to destroy him, not for good. Not yet.
My MP3 changed to the next song of the cartoon. 'Black and Blue.
My eyes flared up to life and he saw that. Screw everything else, you're my target now.
I rushed to him and gave him a quick jab, he got disorientated from it and then tried to give me a hook. I ducked and gave in return a gazelle punch straight to his gut.
"What a turnabout!"
I then used the momentum and rose my right fist giving him a perfect uppercut. He almost was out, if it wasn't for his... Willpower to keep fighting. He threw two jabs from his left hand, he got me with those two.
I didn't care, I kept going and gave him three straight punches at his face again. He was feeling it, the fatigue, the pressure... The fear I was showing him.
He threw a right hook, I ducked and gave him a liver blow. His jaw opened and in that moment I began swaying from side to side, are you ready for this?
I began punching him with the momentum from my swaying. Each punch as strong as the last one, he was becoming unconscious little by little. Punch by punch.
"My god... Is he real?"
I kept going and going... And going... Until I saw that his eyes were fading color, I figured it was time to finally finish this.
I put every bit of strength on my right fist and with the momentum I gave him my final punch, he flew backwards before lying on the floor motionless.
The crowd was silent until I took a step back, making my shoes produce a small sound. After that Toby went to see Alex, it took a few seconds before he signaled the bell.
"Ladies and gentleman! Mike Schmidt has won the match!" He announced making the crowd roar again. "Mike! Do you want to say a few words to them?"
"What is there to say? He's too weak to even consider going against 'him'. Heck, he shouldn't even be boxing if he can't even see the difference between an experienced boxer and a common guy."
After my little 'speech', I left and changed on to my regular clothes.
"Mike! That! Was! So! COOL!" Oh god... Not you again! "I really thought you were going to fall there when he punched you, but you knocked him out like he was nothing! Even when your arm started to ble...ed..." My what?
I looked at my shoulder and sure enough it was bleeding.
"Tch, hey pass me those bandages." I fucking need to disinfect it and then make sure the bleeding stops when I get back to work.
"Let me heal you up! I have first Aid training!" For fucks! Fine!
"Just hurry up. I still want to get a small nap before my shift starts." I said with my leg bouncing from my impatience.
She quickly disinfected my wound and started to bandage my wound.
"Hey you!" A guy started to walk on towards me, who the fuck are you? "You're Mike Schmidt right? Thanks to you, my boy learned a valuable lesson. Never underestimate your opponent. You have my gratitude."
"You're that guys coach right? Than you better tell him this. He'll never beat the champion with those amateur moves of his, not to mention his endurance is so fucking low. Half way on those hooks he already looked tired as hell. Word of advice, let him start using this schedule. I used it when I still thought on going pro, also he should really try to chop wood, that back of his lacks the strength to stand even the weakest punches like mine." He's basically a glass jaw on my book, but if he does these things he can at least stand a chance against him.
"Thank you, Mike Schmidt. I'll do as you told me. Have a nice day." Bye fuck face. Hope I never meet you again or your weak kid.
"Wow, you looked so awesome telling him how to buff Alex up!"
"Shut up, are you done already?"
"Yeah, you're set to go!"
"Good." Now I can put my shirt one and be on my way to the fuck fest of my office.
There you go, hope you enjoyed this chapter as it was stuck on my mind that Mike hadn't displayed anything on the boxing department. See you again on the next chapter.