"100," Aurmin did a push up and then he collapsed onto the ground.
"My guy Aurmin you're lazy. a hundred push ups and you're tired." Mel continued doing push-ups. The guy was nolonger counting at this point. They were on the roof of there doom. It was the only place specious enough.
"Lazy? I ran 100 kilometers damnit. Not only that I did a hundred of everything. If you think that's easy go ahead." Aurmin lay there on the ground and let the morning sun hit him on his back. He wasn't wearing a shirt he just wore a black short and his slippers. He exercised better like this.
"That's stupid, why do all of everything if you can do a thousand of everything. Each one of the exercises burns out calories," Mel continued doing push-ups. His build was as impressive as Aurmin's but he was more buffed. Aurmin didn't do weights, he was never a fan of lifting heavy objects.
"With that Brain of yours, you shouldn't been in uni," Aurmin got up and walked to the edge of the building.
"Please, this Brain was the highest in my school," Mel continued doing his push-ups relentlessly.
"Am sure you were the smartest of the fools." After saying that Aurmin jumped from the room there balcony. Taking the stairs was too tiring. He was a boring weakling after all.
From there he went back into there room into the bathroom. Only Mel and him didn't go to class today, it was university no one really cared if you missed your classes. It wasn't like highschool where they would send someone to bring you back to school.
Aurmin changed into a blue short sleeve shirt and a pear black trousers. Black sneakers. He wasn't into fashion so he wore whatever he wanted.
He ruffled his hair with his hand, then grabbed a headsock and put it on before exiting the room.
...
An underground facility somewhere. People cheered as the watched the fight in the middle of the place. It was so loud that no specific words could be heard from the talking. Drinking, some were making out while in there sits. The place was like an underground stadium. Four huge TV's were on top of the place to provide replays and better view for those in the seats far away. The waitresses wore black masks on there faces, red mini skirts and bra's only. The waiters had black, and tight red trousers. All there bodies were impressive. As they were serving some of them were being touched. In the seats furthest away from the ring was a see through room. In the room was seated a man and two women. They were eight of these rooms around the facilities. And all of them were occupied by big shots.
...
In the ring a woman was fighting against a man. The woman had a fine body but it was filled with tattoos only her face and some parts covered by clothes were spared. She wore a short and her breasts were wrapped by bandages tights. She had a beautiful face, blue her hair cut in a unique hair style. On the left side of her head she had no hear.
The lady side stepped the mans punch and retaliated with a right and left jab that landed squarely on the mans face before she moved back into her stance, bouncing around like a boxing kangaroo.
The man's face fighting her was dripping with blood. He had been beaten up so badly. The girl infront of him only had the blood from him. His one eye was sore, his other was open. It was as if she wasn't hitting it on purpose.
The man's white shorts wear completely bloodied so was his bare chest by his blood. He was tired, he couldn't keep this up. He tried to throw a hook but the tatted girl dodged.
From the crowd a scream ignited more screams.
"Finish him, Bia!!!"
The chanting started, the whole facility where shouting for her to finish him.
Bia grinned. It was about time, she grew tired of playing with this small fly. She lifted her leg so fast that the crowd could barely see and planted it on the mans face.
When the kicked landed on the man he was knocked out. He fell on the ground like a sack of rice.
When the crowd so her explosive kick they screamed her name. She wasn't the champion of this place but whenever she was in the ring she put up a good fight. That kick of hers had made the champion use thirty percent of his power. That was only a way to say she was strong but nothing to the champion.
Waiters came in and picked the fallen man from the ring. The place was still loud.
In one of the transparent rooms a handsome young man who looked like a young master of a rich family called a man wearing a black suit. The man hurriedly bowed like a dog waiting for it pat.
"Yes young master Fred," this man was the manager of this place. They had four managers in total but today was his day to work and standing by this young master could put him at a higher position than the other managers.
"Was that all you have to offer? women and a lousy one sided fight? I came here to bet on real fights not fights worse than scripted ones!" Young master Fredrick was angry. He was offered women but he didn't want them, he could get women whenever.
"I apologize young master Fredrick, don't worry. The person to provide you a satisfying fight is already here. He will be fighting Bia." The manager tried to assure the young master. This time it was true if there champion was her he would have made him fight bia but he wasn't. So this guy who came every once in a while would do.
"What's his name?" Young master Fredrick questioned.
"His name is Aurm..." He thought through what he was going to say and changed the name. The young man told them his real name but he made sure to make them sign a contract they wouldn't use it in here.
"What?!" Young master Fredrick got even more angry.
"His name is blitz sir..." The manager quickly used Aurmin's stage name.
When young master Fredrick heard this name a smile creeped onto his face. He had been hearing of this name recently but hadn't watched him fight. This would be fun.