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Author's Notes: Here's the prologue of of Ringside Love! Pretty short, but that's the intro for you! Read, review, and enjoy!
"I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone"
- 'Seven Nation Army' by The White Stripes
Prologue
The light flashed into her eyes, blinding her. It felt like time was slowing down as she stood in the ring, facing her bestest friend, but also worst enemy. A daze fell upon her, her mind slowly focusing only on her target. The pounding of her heart became roared in her ears, sounding like the steady beat of a resilient drum. Sweat beaded above her brow some out of perspiration, yet some at anxiety. Vaguely, she could hear the roaring of the people around her, screaming furiously and enthusiastically for her to win. But they seemed like a world away from her. Blocking out the rest of the world, she concentrated solely on her target.
The young woman took in deep, calming breath and willed for her hammering heart to pacify itself. Emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
Resentment. Sadness. Anger. Pain. Love.
She swallowed them all down, locking them in a place deep in her heart so that they may not interfere. If she wanted to come out of this successful, the girl knew that she had to go in blank. She mustn't feel anything, her mind had to be as clear as possible. Never let your emotions take over, but simply change them into energy to go on.
The other woman's eyes flashed a determined indigo, and a small confident smile adorned her pale face that contrasted greatly with the dark hair tied in a tight bun upon her head. Her face was set in an expressionless mask, although there was a tiny spark of doubt in those sapphire eyes.
The announcer cheerfully proclaimed their names and information, but again, in the mind of the young woman, it barely registered in her mind. The referee tugged both woman to the center of the ring while he told them the rules and regulations. After being told, two pairs of boxing gloves met together in an agreeing manner. The first woman moved to stand in her corner of the ring while her determination rising in her as drowned out all other emotions.
Prepping herself for what was to come, she repeated her trainer's advice in her mind,
'Stay calm, and stay in control. You two are both equals in strength and power, so you the only way to beat her is through your combonations and attacks. You can do this. He may not believe in you, but I do.'
Time, as slow as it was before, began to move in an even more sluggish and hurried pace. The bell rang, and the first of three two minute began.
The two women met each other again in the center of the ring, both wary of each other's first move. Taking one last deep breath, she plucked a combonation from her mind and moved to initiate it.
Jab. Right cross. Left jab.
It was gracefully met with a combonation of the other woman's own:
Block. Duck. Uppercut.
She moved swiftly out of the way from the uppercut and the battle began. Jabs, punches, hooks, and uppercuts were thrown like lethal grenades. Blocks kept some hits from landing, but others made its target.
Before she knew what happened next, the uppercut collided with her chin, and stars flashed in her eyes. . .
Author's Notes: Here's the prologue of of Ringside Love! Pretty short, but that's the intro for you! Read, review, and enjoy!
"I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eyes
Says leave it alone"
- 'Seven Nation Army' by The White Stripes
Prologue
The light flashed into her eyes, blinding her. It felt like time was slowing down as she stood in the ring, facing her bestest friend, but also worst enemy. A daze fell upon her, her mind slowly focusing only on her target. The pounding of her heart became roared in her ears, sounding like the steady beat of a resilient drum. Sweat beaded above her brow some out of perspiration, yet some at anxiety. Vaguely, she could hear the roaring of the people around her, screaming furiously and enthusiastically for her to win. But they seemed like a world away from her. Blocking out the rest of the world, she concentrated solely on her target.
The young woman took in deep, calming breath and willed for her hammering heart to pacify itself. Emotions threatened to overwhelm her.
Resentment. Sadness. Anger. Pain. Love.
She swallowed them all down, locking them in a place deep in her heart so that they may not interfere. If she wanted to come out of this successful, the girl knew that she had to go in blank. She mustn't feel anything, her mind had to be as clear as possible. Never let your emotions take over, but simply change them into energy to go on.
The other woman's eyes flashed a determined indigo, and a small confident smile adorned her pale face that contrasted greatly with the dark hair tied in a tight bun upon her head. Her face was set in an expressionless mask, although there was a tiny spark of doubt in those sapphire eyes.
The announcer cheerfully proclaimed their names and information, but again, in the mind of the young woman, it barely registered in her mind. The referee tugged both woman to the center of the ring while he told them the rules and regulations. After being told, two pairs of boxing gloves met together in an agreeing manner. The first woman moved to stand in her corner of the ring while her determination rising in her as drowned out all other emotions.
Prepping herself for what was to come, she repeated her trainer's advice in her mind,
'Stay calm, and stay in control. You two are both equals in strength and power, so you the only way to beat her is through your combonations and attacks. You can do this. He may not believe in you, but I do.'
Time, as slow as it was before, began to move in an even more sluggish and hurried pace. The bell rang, and the first of three two minute began.
The two women met each other again in the center of the ring, both wary of each other's first move. Taking one last deep breath, she plucked a combonation from her mind and moved to initiate it.
Jab. Right cross. Left jab.
It was gracefully met with a combonation of the other woman's own:
Block. Duck. Uppercut.
She moved swiftly out of the way from the uppercut and the battle began. Jabs, punches, hooks, and uppercuts were thrown like lethal grenades. Blocks kept some hits from landing, but others made its target.
Before she knew what happened next, the uppercut collided with her chin, and stars flashed in her eyes. . .