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It’s a pretty big gym made to seem tiny by the sheer amount of people currently standing in it.
There’s no seating, and all the guys mill about, excitedly chattering over the series of fights they’re going to see.
I walk to a scoreboard, and see the fight lineup. Chance fights in the first round, has a bye in the second, and then fights in the final round.
I thread my way through the people, and that’s when I see a group of girls from our school, all the popular ones. They’re dressed-up as if they’re going out, miniskirts and heels and make up and the like. It’s Alice Ortiz, Nicole Stansfeld, and all their cronies.
Yuck. I avoid them.
I see in front of me a guy with a pony tail taking down notes on a pad. He’s going around taking money from various people.
But at that moment Chance’s coach comes storming out of the cage, and hauls pony tail out, barking at him, “No betting in my gym!”
Damn, I think to myself. These fights definitely attract a certain type.
That’s when I spot Chance on a bike at the back of the gym, pedaling. I walk to him, but he’s got his back to me so he doesn’t see me.
“Hey,” I say, feeling a little nervous, a little unsure of what I’m even doing here, of what to say to him.
He looks at me over his shoulder, smirks. “So you did get that address from Coach.”
“I was curious,” I say in as nonchalant way as possible. “I’ve never seen a real fight.”
A bell dings, and I swivel around to see Coach Daniels standing in the cage. Chance gets up off the bike, guides me to walk with him, a hand at the small of my back.
“You like the idea of fighting?”
“Not really,” I tell him. “But I don’t dislike it.”
Chance threads our way through the crowd. People offer him encouragement and compliments. He’s basically a rockstar in here.
He walks me closer toward the group of girls from school, but I don’t really want to go near them.
That’s when he seems to sense my discomfort, and so he grips my hand, pulls me into him, and kisses me hard in plain view of them.
My whole body goes limp in his arms, and he holds me tight against him, and eventually our kiss fades to a break, and he grins at me.
Then he leaves me, walks into the cage.
The girls are all staring at me in disbelief.
I can’t help but smile.
Chance’s opponent enters the cage, and Coach starts the fight. It’s lightning fast, I don’t even really parse what I see, but all I know is Chance goes left first, then right. He fakes a kick, his opponent bites, and then Chance kicks out his leg, sends him crashing to the mat.
Chance locks him up, and his opponent taps out.
Boom. Fight over in under twenty seconds.
“What the hell?” I whisper, my voice adding to the rising murmuring. That’s what fights are like? That quick?
Chance steps out of the cage, takes my hand, and then leads me right back to the bikes at the back of the gym. He hops on one, starts pedaling.
“Won’t that tire you out?”
“Tire me?” he balks. “No, I’ve got too much energy. I need to burn some off. It also keeps me warm.”
“That was kind of a quick fight.”
“Chang’s a good fighter,” he says. “He’s fast, so you got to go hard and early or he’ll tire you out, dance around you for days. I gave him a left-right stutter, kicked his leg, locked him up.”
“It’s that mechanical, huh? Just a sequence of events?”
“Everything is a sequence of events,” Chance says to me.
“You know what I mean.”
“We practice these techniques for a reason. They work.”
“Why’d you ask me to come down here, anyway?”
“Because I like you, and you don’t have anything better to do.”
“Uh,” I sound, making a face. “Yeah, I do.”
“Like what?”
“Like none of your business.”
“Plus you also get to see me topless again.”
“I’d need more than that just to come all the way down here,” I tell him.
“Well,” he says, adjusting the difficulty on the
It’s a pretty big gym made to seem tiny by the sheer amount of people currently standing in it.
There’s no seating, and all the guys mill about, excitedly chattering over the series of fights they’re going to see.
I walk to a scoreboard, and see the fight lineup. Chance fights in the first round, has a bye in the second, and then fights in the final round.
I thread my way through the people, and that’s when I see a group of girls from our school, all the popular ones. They’re dressed-up as if they’re going out, miniskirts and heels and make up and the like. It’s Alice Ortiz, Nicole Stansfeld, and all their cronies.
Yuck. I avoid them.
I see in front of me a guy with a pony tail taking down notes on a pad. He’s going around taking money from various people.
But at that moment Chance’s coach comes storming out of the cage, and hauls pony tail out, barking at him, “No betting in my gym!”
Damn, I think to myself. These fights definitely attract a certain type.
That’s when I spot Chance on a bike at the back of the gym, pedaling. I walk to him, but he’s got his back to me so he doesn’t see me.
“Hey,” I say, feeling a little nervous, a little unsure of what I’m even doing here, of what to say to him.
He looks at me over his shoulder, smirks. “So you did get that address from Coach.”
“I was curious,” I say in as nonchalant way as possible. “I’ve never seen a real fight.”
A bell dings, and I swivel around to see Coach Daniels standing in the cage. Chance gets up off the bike, guides me to walk with him, a hand at the small of my back.
“You like the idea of fighting?”
“Not really,” I tell him. “But I don’t dislike it.”
Chance threads our way through the crowd. People offer him encouragement and compliments. He’s basically a rockstar in here.
He walks me closer toward the group of girls from school, but I don’t really want to go near them.
That’s when he seems to sense my discomfort, and so he grips my hand, pulls me into him, and kisses me hard in plain view of them.
My whole body goes limp in his arms, and he holds me tight against him, and eventually our kiss fades to a break, and he grins at me.
Then he leaves me, walks into the cage.
The girls are all staring at me in disbelief.
I can’t help but smile.
Chance’s opponent enters the cage, and Coach starts the fight. It’s lightning fast, I don’t even really parse what I see, but all I know is Chance goes left first, then right. He fakes a kick, his opponent bites, and then Chance kicks out his leg, sends him crashing to the mat.
Chance locks him up, and his opponent taps out.
Boom. Fight over in under twenty seconds.
“What the hell?” I whisper, my voice adding to the rising murmuring. That’s what fights are like? That quick?
Chance steps out of the cage, takes my hand, and then leads me right back to the bikes at the back of the gym. He hops on one, starts pedaling.
“Won’t that tire you out?”
“Tire me?” he balks. “No, I’ve got too much energy. I need to burn some off. It also keeps me warm.”
“That was kind of a quick fight.”
“Chang’s a good fighter,” he says. “He’s fast, so you got to go hard and early or he’ll tire you out, dance around you for days. I gave him a left-right stutter, kicked his leg, locked him up.”
“It’s that mechanical, huh? Just a sequence of events?”
“Everything is a sequence of events,” Chance says to me.
“You know what I mean.”
“We practice these techniques for a reason. They work.”
“Why’d you ask me to come down here, anyway?”
“Because I like you, and you don’t have anything better to do.”
“Uh,” I sound, making a face. “Yeah, I do.”
“Like what?”
“Like none of your business.”
“Plus you also get to see me topless again.”
“I’d need more than that just to come all the way down here,” I tell him.
“Well,” he says, adjusting the difficulty on the
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