Standup

Synopsis: It's been a while since I last came to this restaurant. As I walked in, I noticed how little had changed—the same cozy atmosphere, the familiar scent of wood-fired pizza, and the sound of a sports game playing on the big screens. I found a table for one and settled in, ready to enjoy my meal. That’s when I saw her. She was standing by one of the high tables, eating hot wings. I had just pulled out my chair at a single. There were only three singles in the place. Most of the tables were quads, and three of them were standup. She was by herself, and my eyes just slid over her without even registering what I was seeing. Then I did a double take. She was gorgeous! She had long red hair, that sort of flaming orange you see sometimes. She had on a tight skirt and top that showed off all her advantages, and she had plenty of advantages. Some loser wandered over and tried to strike up a conversation with her. I saw her give him the brush-off. She was gorgeous! She was also lethal and deceptive, and she would break your heart. I knew because I'd been married to her for five years. Her name was Sara, she worked for a huge radio station as their star attraction and I hoped she wouldn't see me.

The fighter run towards him to finally end the fight. He moves closer to Hunter, the man was going to kick him when Hunter dodged and grabbed him from the neck… He punched him in the stomach then back kicked him. The fighter set on the floor. He also sits then move closer to him grabbing him from his hairs. “ You want to end this… Yes, it will end. But listen carefully. I am Hunter. The King of this underground fighting club. My name is Hunter because no one ever has won against me…” He whispered in his ear then pressured on his windpipe. The man was trying to get away from Hunter’s grip but he was not losing it… He made him laid down then he start punching him in the face. The man was trying to have himself from his blow. But Hunter was not leaving him… He was whacking him with the same intensity. The fighter felt his breath stopping… The crowd was now cheering loudly for Hunter. He is going to win. “So, you accept your defeat?” He roared. The man shook his head. Hunter smirked then twisted his one arm from his elbow that caused a layer of pair ignited in his body. He has a very satisfied look on his face. It felt as he was enjoying it… He enjoys conflicting the pain to others. “ahh, I accept.” The man brief with pain. He tapped the ground three times accepting his defeat. The crowd was going crazy over Hunter win… He loses his grip on the other fighter. He standup then start kicking him in his stomach. Mark was crying in pain. ‘So, we have the winner. The one and only Hunter…’ The host announced. He wiped the blood from his lips and spit the blood coming from his mouth. He was going to kick Mark in the stomach when Sean coming towards him… “Hunter, the fight is over.” He said dragging him away from the man who was unconscious now from the amount of pain.

A story of a person who struggles for his achievements. Wanted to confirm The Holy Quran's verse 'A man always gets what he strives for'. Faces the hardships, challenges, breaks down in tiny pieces, gets hopeless but tries his level best to standup.