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.