A Night of Fights (A Short Story)

Lights were flashing inside as I got out of my car. Sort of blinding my eye as I stared straight at a pair of neon lights, vibrantly flashing hues of blue and red. In a specific font, one of which that I couldn't comprehend, read " The Dragon's Den " and underneath read " Martial Arts ." This was the first time I have ever been to a fight, given as a gift from my sister for my birthday a week ago. Third row, fifth seat, section 1, right next to the lockers, an advantage to take hold of I thought. As I entered, I saw the mayor handing out tickets, and keeping a close eye on the register. Next to him was the supposed owner, he too handing out tickets, taking in money, and possibly chatting with one of the ring girls. Luckily, my sister provided me with a pass to avoid making contact with the mayor and the supposed owner, quickly getting me to my seat in time for the event. Then, the lights dimmed, and a heavy set man in a dark suit which almost made him hard to see entered the cage. I could then barely see the light workers, up in their individual scaffolds possibly operating a camera, along with the lights. The lights were then flashing at the heavy set man, each light covering a corner of the six sides of steel. The heavy set man began to speak.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, are you ready." the crowd would react light, with minor yelps and cheers. He began to speak again, "I said, ARE YOU READY??" The crowd then got ecstatic, yelling and screaming almost deafening my ears. I never thought 300 people could do that. Without further ado, the show began. Once again deafening my ears to the sound of the crowd roaring. Faint music started to play, then quickly got louder, sounding familiar to the tune "Fade to Black" by Metallica. As the music got louder, the more the crowd died down, and they started to take their seats. It was time for the first fight of the night. The door slammed open, causing everyone in my section to stand and look back. As I started to look back, I saw a man walk out of the room, and head toward the cage. New music began to play, this time it was death metal, music that I don't listen to. On the other side of the ring, came the other man, heading for the cage. Both men were now in the cage, their arms at bay, but still ready to fight. The heavy set man came back into the cage with a piece of paper in his hand and began to read out loud.
"This fight is scheduled for three five minute rounds. Introducing first, out of the Red Corner, from Market MMA, with a record of 0 wins 0 losses, he is a kickboxer, standing at 6 feet even, weighing in at 145 pounds! Evan Robinson!" His supporters stood, cheering with delight as he rose his fists in the air, looking ready. The heavy set man began to read again. "Fighting out of the Blue Corner, from The Dragon's Den, with a record of 0 wins and 0 losses, he is a kickboxer, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, weighing in at 145 pounds! James Hammet!" This time everybody stood, cheering crazily, and he just soaked it in, raising one fist in the air, letting us know he was ready. The heavy set man said one last thing before leaving. "And our offical for this fight is Robert King." Both fighters went to the center of the cage, where the offical was standing, holding the heavy set man's microphone.
"Alright, I want a good, clean, fight, no illegal punches, kicks, of any whatsoever. Touch Gloves, head back to your corners." As they did. "Alright, are you ready?" pointing to Evan, who replied with a nod. "Are you ready?" pointing to James, who also replied with a nod. "Alright, LET'S FIGHT!" The bell rang, and the two fighters charged toward the center, with their fists up, armed to kill. The lights then brightened to a near-blinding rate, and the crowd stood, anticipating the first punch or kick. The two fighters just glared at each other, waiting for the moment to strike, as if they were animals, waiting to attack their prey. Then, Evan struck with a closed fist towards James cranium, with James just dodging the miss by a few millimeters. He then counterattacked with a left hook to the side, then a left hook to the face, then a right uppercut landing on Evan's chin. Even though it looked like it hurt, Evan didn't flinch, and came back with his own combo. Jab, jab, straight, and ending the combo with a high kick. James couldn't react quick enough to the kick, he was literally stunned from the punches, as Evan's foot was reaching toward the target, James quickly recovered and guarded himself, to at least take away most of the damage. Without a thought, he quickly retaliated. Kick to the thigh, Kick to the side, then a straght. The crowd in suspense as the two warriors still standing, but exhausted.
Four minutes to go. The two fighters circled each other, with the crowd cheering for their show so far. James took advantage of the situation, raising his arms into the air, and the crowd ate it. Girls next to the door were screaming his name, once again I am surprised about how loud 300 people can be. The offical begins to roll his eyes, and Evan runs at James, his right hand behind him, charging up and nearly ready to fire. James turns around and again gloats, possibly not noticing that Evan is near him and ready to pounce like a leopard, stalking it's prey. He attacks, but then notices that James was ready, and flipped him over onto the mat, the crowd this time standing and screaming, the trainers in shock. The offical runs over to them, and to notice that James has Evan in a headlock, he has full control.
Three minutes to go. James still dominating, controlling Evan's bloodflow, too hard, he goes unconsious or worse dies from loss of bloodflow to the brain. Too soft, Evan can regain himself, and fight back. Evan's face is starting to turn blue, his legs are twitching, and he is losing consiousness. Then came his flow of adrenaline, bursting through his body as he begins to gain an advantage, he starts shaking, somehow let's loose of James' grip, and gained dominance. I believe he was in what they call the high mount, Evan sitting on James' chest ready to throw punches as James layed there in disbelief.
One minute to go. Punches are flying from Evan, throwing every ounce of energy he has at him. James cannot defend, he knows that the fight is over for him. The crowd has closed their eyes, some are scared for him, but there are some still cheering for him, telling him to not give up. Evan is now feeding off this fear. The offical still stands over them waiting for James to give up.
Thirty seconds to go. Every punch Evan throws gets slower, his rush is near it's end. But hes gotta keep fighting, or else James will take advantage and get the round, maybe the fight. He continues punching, his heart is beating fast, now searching and salvaging the last bits of energy he has. James however, waits.
Twenty seconds to go. James takes advantage, he grabs Evan's right arm and gets him into an armbar. The Center Judge signals ten seconds to go, James loses his grip, and Evan gets a breath of energy, gets back on top and again strikes with lefts and rights. James cannot defend it this time, and he knows it. Five seconds, James is on the brink of being knocked out. his cheek is near bleeding, and his eyes are slowly closing. The timer goes to three, two, one. And the bell rings. The offical hurries over to the fighters, telling Evan the round is over. Both fighters head to their corners. Evan had some minor swells, nothing serious. As for James, he wasn't looking good. He limped to his corner, the offical took a good look at him, then began to wave his hands into the air, signaling the fight is over. The crowd is in a uproar, mixed with cheers and jeers. Evan jumps up and down in disbelief, he runs around the cage with his arms flailing in the air. His crew walk in, with open arms. As for James, he doesn't care, besides, he's more worried about his cheek than anything else. The heavy set man walks back into the cage with a paper and the supposed owner holds a plaque.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's congratulate James Hammet on a well fought battle." The crowd of 300 give a static applause. " And your winner, by way of stoppage by Official Robert King, Evan Robinson!" Evan's hand is raised into the air and he let's off a smile. Both Evan and James leave the cage and head toward the locker rooms. They now get ready for the next fight.

Crash, (Freemind)

Before I get started, freemind is when I write without any before thought or editing. This in theatre is known as improvisational thinking. I will be given a subject (anything) and I will write with a freemind.

"Why did you do this?" He said as he walked in. "After all i gave you, after all I been through to keep you safe, this is how you repay me." he bellowed pacing in the cramped hallway motioning each step, then stare out at the city. Like he was staring into darkness, like he was puzzled.

"This all happened when you started dating Lucas, first you rebel against going to your grandmother's funeral just to get high. Oh you think I didn't know, well I did. I seen you carry that bag of Heroin into your room, don't even think that I didn't know." He continued to speak, "Then, I hear that you begin drinking. You come home around 3:00 in the morning stumbling and making a huge ruccus that you woke up the neighbors. Now I have the neighbors biting at my ass and your just sitting there, laughing. Just laughing." He then paused again, staring at the body without a mind, without a soul. He stared at her pale skin, looking like she wasn't alive, but not dead yet. He sits in the chair right next to her bed. Once again looking at the streets outside.

Seeing what used to be her once beautiful Grand Prix, now half the size it used to be, and covered with yellow tape. There he also saw another car, this a school bus. The dent on the side wasn't noticeable, but if you took some time you could see it.

"I wish that I was in your spot right now." he whispered into the ear of the one with no soul. "I wish that none of this would've never happened. You don't know how important you are to me and your mother. You are the last thing I have from your mother, Please wake up." he said, this time clinging to her cold arms. "Please wake up. Damnit, wake up." he screamed, almost shaking the body and awaiting with no response. "Please wake up." he said, sobbing with his head on her breast, hearing a heart beat, but no response.

Tears falling from his once angry and surprised face, shock settling into his heart. He just sat there. Then he kissed her forehead, and stared outside at the streets. Seeing what used to be her Grand Prix in the distance.

Story 1

The buzzer rang on the alarm 6:00 a.m. As I awoke by complete surprise to see that the alarm actually worked, and that this I won’t be late for school again. I then decided to stretch out to release the irritable pain in my back, only to realize that my arms were sore from the night before. After a soft swear I got up and headed downstairs to see my mother in the kitchen making breakfast and my dad reading the morning newspaper. Oh, the smell of the eggs and bacon that fried, and the sound of the toaster being aware to us all that the toast was done. Grabbing my breakfast of an Cheese Omelet, toasted bacon sandwich, and a glass of apple juice that made my day start off good. After the amazing delicacy I rushed upstairs to get dressed for school. Dressed in my best clothes for picture day, I then scurried down the stairs and ran to the bus.

Without saying my well goodbyes, I got on the bus with my mp3 player in one hand and my hat in the other. Noticing what everyone else looked like, something caught my eye. She was wearing a dress that was colored in silver blue, with glitter that covered her eyes and sparkled in the light, she was wearing a bow in her hair that was the color of the sky, and a necklace that only the goddesses would want in envy. She was the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen. But for some reason I never did notice her before, and the question that was running through my head “Why now?”. I could not stop staring at her, with the feeling that it was a sin to glare, a sin to even be there near here. My stomach was full of butterflies eating at the insides making me feel very, very queasy. Trying to hold it back with every inch of power inside of my body, I couldn’t resist to keep staring at her.

She then passed me by on the bus and took a quick glance at me, she then started to smile at me, then got a very confused look as she stared at me, I then couldn’t hold anything in as I regurgitated all over my seat and over her dress. She then stared at me all cross when the driver came back over to my seat and cleaned up my vomit. She then got me into another seat and got the girl in another, and then drove us to school. The girl with her arms crossed looking irate, and wouldn’t talk or even glance at me. But the irony was, I still couldn’t stop staring at her. Throughout the entire bus drive, I just sat there, staring at her as if I was in another world. And then when the bus stopped at the school parking lot. She came up to me and then said still looking cross “Don’t worry, it’s a rental.” and then smiled at me again and ran off to her friends. Little did I know, that moment changed my entire life.

Salutations

Hello, and welcome to my blog. This is where you get to witness stories from the mind of a aspiring author that one day, wants to make it big. I hope that you get to read these stories of love, lust, sorrow, anger, humor, and dramaticwoes of the in-between. Welcome to the blog of Improvisation, Welcome to Writer's Cramp.