Chapter 5 DUMBASS

When I knocked him down, it gave me some kind of energy, and with the chants of the crowd... oh my God, that felt so good, man. I didn't bother to strike him again, I gave him time, but I didn't bother to show off because I knew he might use that opportunity, so I faced him fully.

He stood up and strengthened himself... like that's gonna help him in any way. I stood there with my legs akimbo and my hands in a fist. The earlier I take him down, the closer it will be for me to eat because I'm really hungry.

I focused on every one of his little moves just in case he moved too fast or perhaps tried to strike me unaware, but he wasn't looking at my face, he was staring at my stomach. You've got to be kidding me. He was wasting a lot of time, and I wasn't ready to wait. Let's get this over with. I rushed him and released a blow at his jaw. He didn't even flinch. He stood his ground... oh no... I hit the wrong spot. He took it as an opportunity and hit my stomach, and I curled to the floor immediately.

That was being mean, man. I give it to him-he's strong but what was he thinking when he hit my stomach? Does he wanna kill me, for Christ's sake? Let me catch my breath first.

I rolled into a ball 'cause it seemed like he really hit my large intestine. I could swear on it, thank Goodness I didn't have much breast if not God knows what could have happened to me. I was still catching my breath like the idiot I was, then I heard the trumpet blow again. I looked up to see what was gonna happen next 'cause the crowd immediately went mute, and it seemed like I was the only one breathing properly.

"Boy, you gotta fight your way up and stop curling like an earthworm. Does this fight look like a joke to you?" he asked... wait, he was talking to me.

"Um..."

"Answer me, boy. Does this fight look like a joke to you?"

"No, sir!" I said with a toned-pitched voice while staring at him, I didn't wanna use my girly voice. His face looked familiar though, but I can't remember coming to Vegas when I was little.

He gave me one last gaze and said, "Finish him off. Let's get this over with. I've got a job to take care of."

My jaw tightened. I can't be something he can finish off. I'm not a machine, I muttered angrily but it was inaudible. C'mon, I'm not stupid enough to shout it unless I want my head off the next minute. I moved over to the end of the ring to support myself up. That was when my body told me who owned it. I touched the ring and a sharp pain hit me below my stomach, it was exactly where my opponent had hit me earlier.

No... no... no... no. My body better get itself together, or we all get slaughtered here.

I stayed in that position for a moment. Then I did just what I swore I would never do 'cause my partner always did it. I straightened myself, that's the least I can offer it and I got ready. That was when they blew the trumpet.

Aha. I'm ready to take this monster of a man down. I watched his motion. He jumped from one end of the ring to the other, and I took in his stature and posture. My eye went immediately to his knee. Aha. That should be my next target. I moved my gaze to his shoulder so he would think that was where I was gonna hit him. He was just doing his frog-jump stuff. I don't blame him though, having three square meals a day was a blessing.

I didn't make the first move. I let him have his time. Or more like, he was actually letting me have my time before he devoured me. But I can't practically go down without a trial. That's one of the things I also learned from my mom, she once told me that you can't fall without giving it a trial. And that's what I'm gonna do right now.

Let's just see how it goes.

I started mimicking his frog jump, and he took in a deep breath and threw his hand at my jaw. I dodged it. This guy just loves my jaw, 'cause I noticed that's what he's been hitting since I came up to this ring. He struck again at my jaw. Ugh. C'mon, let me make it a little bit fun. I ventured to hit his shoulder, but he dodged it and made to strike again. That was when I used the opportunity and hit his knee immediately, and he winced but stood his ground.

There was no way he would stand it, 'cause I studied biology, and the bone I just hit him on is the one supporting the joint. He won't last that much.

He stood in that posture, staring at me like he wanted to say something. Then he gave in.

"Boy, you know you can tap out now and they will let you go free," he said with assurance.

"I don't think I would survive even if I'm allowed to go free. I still have enemies out there."

"We could call it a tie. I tap out for you... I really don't wanna take it out on-"

I was still listening to this jerk, and he struck me immediately at my chest and gave me an awarding blow just below my mouth, and a liquid dripped off. Nice one. He wanted to use small talk and get at me.

He wanted to come near, but I noticed one thing about his posture... he was limping. Time to take him out. I stood up immediately and hit that same knee, and he fell to the ground, using his other hand to support himself. I gave him a hard kick at his head. He fell immediately with a thump. The crowd started cheering.

I had this kind of energy in me. I took a good, reasonable step back and ran towards him to take him out. That was when I knew I was really dumb, he immediately grabbed me by the leg and flung me to the other end of the ring.

Ouch..!