Tatia
Friday evening (9:30)
Tonights the night, I say to myself as I sip on my drink. Scotch is usually my go to drink when I'm stressed or upset which I'm constantly both on a daily basis. Tonight is fight night. Friday night fights are the best. End of a long stressful week get to finish it off by hitting someone repeatedly.
Like all the other fighters, I'm pretty good at what I do but unlike all the other fighters I have never killed inside the ring. Not yet at least. After tonight I may have to though. To keep my position here but most importantly to keep my life. This fight determines who moves on and who doesnt. The next fight is a fight to the death. That's the real big one. Winner takes all kind of thing. Not only are you known as the unbeatable to the fight club which is a pretty big thing to these people but you also get a large pay day. You get whatever the audience bids on you plus what they bid on the loser as well... It's pretty obvious the loser won't be needing it.
I smirk to myself as I take another sip of my scotch.
The leader of the club comes from downstairs, making the announcement "20 minutes until fight night." I gulp the rest of my drink like a shot as he calls out again " 20 MINUTES UNTIL FIGHT NIGHT! ". I make my way over to him and the bouncer beside him giving my name as well as my wrist number. The bouncer let's me pass. I make my way downstairs to my dressing room so I can rinse my face with cold water in hopes to sober up a little.
I begin changing into my fight attire when I hear the owner make another announcement, " Fight night will begin in 10 minutes. Make your bid now. We will not be accepting bids once the fight starts". I take a deep breath and wonder who my opponent will be tonight.
I slide on my black robe and make my way out to the ring as the announcer calls my name. "Over here we have tatiaaaa rose! She's good , She ruthless and yessss it is a SHE! Tatia has yet to lose a fight, She has well earned her place here, tonight will determine if she gets to keep it. Will she make it to death day and win the big pay out orrrrr will her shine stop here".
I hear what sounds like half the crowd cheer at my introduction, until the announcer calls out another name. "Carson ritter". Hmm.. I think to myself this must be my opponent. The announcer proceeds to saying " he is good, he is merciless and like tatia, Carson has yet to lose a fight. Will HE make it to death day orrrrr will his shine stop here". The rest of the crowd cheer to his introduction.
The announcer continues, "who will it be tonight folks? Will it be ... TATIAAAA" the announcer grabs my wrist and raises it making the crowd cheer again, "orrrr will it be CARSONNNN" the announcer grabs his wrist and raises it as well making the crowd cheer louder.
Wow these people really don't think a girl can make it here, over time I have gained some fans with each fight that I won. Every week there's new people in the crowd. Some are corrupted cops, some are dirty businessmen, and some are crime bosses. Not the big boss though, every one knows that title belongs to the head of M.S (Mob sin). Although no one knows exactly who that is.. Weird..
Carson looks at me as the announcer backs out of the ring and with a deep chuckle he says aloud "you can't be serious, are you trying to offend me? A girl? you have me fighting a girl tonight. I thought this was suppose to be a fight not a playdate."
I roll my eyes and respond with, "it is a fight.. Or at least it will be when you stop running your mouth. What? Are you afraid of losing to me?" Carson's eyes go black with anger as if my words pushed a button. With that, the bell sounds indicating the start of the fight. Almost immediately Carson lunges toward me making his first swing with his left fist.
As I duck, avoiding his hit I come back up kneeing him in the abdomen catching him off guard and throwing him off balance for a split second. He quickly regains focus then goes in for his next hit which catches me in the jaw. Damn that's a hell of a right hook.
I need to think logically, I can't win this fight by going at it blow for blow with him, he has more muscle he'll definitely win if i try to go blow for blow, but he's also focusing on brute force and his strength. I can use that against him. He's bigger and stronger where as I am smaller and faster.
With Carson coming at me again, he swings with his left, but I block and hit him with my right as hard as I can. I move quickly, making sure not to stay in one spot to long giving him a opening. I swing again with my left fist then again with my right. All straight blows to the face.
Carson refocus' then lunges at me, lifting me then bringing me back down on to his knee. Damn that hurt, i'm going to have terrible back pain for weeks after this. I stand up with a bit of a struggle. Just as I turn towards Carson, he's landing another punch to my jaw again knocking me down to my knees. Jeez I practically walked right into that one.
Still on my knees, Carson kicks me in my stomach knocking me over and making me gasp for air.
As I'm getting up I hear Carson chuckle again, "you just don't know when to give up, do you" as Carson turns and faces the crowd like he's about to say something I get up, "i don't give up, I win." . With that said I lunge towards Carson and with all the strength I could muster up I punch him in the ribs twice back to back with my left fist, then kick him in the back of his knee cap making him fall to the ground.
I knee him in the face breaking his nose. As Carson hits the floor I get on top of him, straddling him and with both fists I hit him. Blow after blow, with as much strength as I have left. All the anger and frustration I had held back, all coming out right in this moment with each hit I land on Carson's face. It feels good.
I must have blacked out or something, when the bell rang indicating the end of the fight, two men in black get in the ring and force me off of Carson's limp body. When I came to, I looked down at my hands and seen the blood, then I looked over at carson.. Yup.. I definitely blacked out.
Lance, the announcer gets back into the ring and grabs my wrist raising it up in the air saying " WELLLL THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS, YOUR WINNER TATIA ROSEEEE! ". The crowd cheers. I put one hand across my stomach holding my rib cage, and grab my black robe at the end of the ring.
Walking back to my dressing room I hear lance say "that's it for tonight people. Come back in 2 weeks for death day". The audience clears out making they're way back up stairs to the bar. I open my dressing room door to find flowers on the table with a note.
" who the hell sent me flowers. They could of left a name but nooo let's just be weird and leave anonymous flowers here. " i roll my eyes and make my way to the sink so I can wash my hands and face. I then change back into my clothes.
Lance knocks on the door.
"Come in" i say.
Lance enters. "Hello ms.Rose"
"Hey lance"
"Epic fight, here's your winnings" lance hands me a bigger wod of cash then I expected. I guess I have more fans then I thought.
"Thanks lance". I take the cash and then go to my bag to put it away.
" death day is in 2 weeks tatia. "
"Alright lance"
"Come up to the bar, have a drink with us. Celebrate your win tonight"
"That's not a bad idea. A drink sounds great"
Lance opens the door for me as I grab my bag.
"After you Ms.Rose" lance says
"Thank you lance",
We both leave the room and make our way upstairs to the bar. The bouncer opens the upstairs door letting us both through.
Lance and I make our way to the bar. Lance orders a whiskey and I order a scotch.
As I take a sip of my drink someone sitting next to me says "did you get my flowers? Congratulations on the win". Almost instantly I tense up.. I would recognise that voice anywhere. Morpheus.. I turn facing him, anger written all over my face.
" woah Tatia calm down, I'd hate to end up like the last guy" he says with a smirk.
"What the hell are you doing here"
End of chapter 1
Who's morpheus?