Alejandro
I breathe in as I take a puff from my cigarettes , I've never been one to be addicted to something , I find it disgusting to have an addiction ,which is why even though I smoke or participate in other things I can never be addicted , I just enjoy doing it but that doesn't mean I can't stop . Anyone who gets an addiction is pathetic with no control over his body and that is not me. looking around the alley for anyone to release the pent up rage on I sigh in frustration . it's begining to eat me up , everything I touch becomes unstable ! Even the damn power shield is acting up , I don't know what birthed this rage , but as I throw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with my feet , I make my way to the fight club , I know where I'll release some of it .
I hear the women whistle as I make my to the back room ! Turns out I'm actually scheduled to fight in the ring today
" Alejandro..or would you rather be called Death ?" I watch Him with narrowed eyes as he smiles at me exposing Yellow crooked teeth to my view, it seems personal hygiene is a joke to him
" Where's Tonny ?" I ask taking my shirt off to prepare for the fight
" Tonny's not here today boy ! But I'll manage everything instead , trust me "
" Not even with my last breath " I scoff hanging my shirt in my locker
" No problem! They've been chanting your name since ya entered! The crowed seems to like you a lot , bet loads of money on ya ! "
" Well good for you ! " I muster a smile as I brush past him .. I hear the crowd cheer my name and it makes me smile , it's like they know their money won't go to waste . I blink trying to adjust to the bright light in the ring before taking my stance .
He doesn't waste time as he attacks me , trying to take a jab at my waist but I block his attacks with my hands .. he's slow , painfully slow that I get bored and lose interest in dragging this fight out . He moves back to catch his breath and then .. I attack gathering my strength in my fist as it lands on his face , I watch him moan holding his nose , a pathetic display of his non existing strength! I don't think as I pounce on him ! Blow after blow , I hear the sound of bone cracking or breaking ?! But I don't stop ! Even as my hands are covered in blood , I don't stop until the movement beneath me stops , I stare into His lifeless eyes and snort as I hear the ring master announce the winner . It wasn't a fight to death , but they should know by now that my fights are never predictable, that's just how I operate , I take the cash as I walk out and head to the locker room . Unpredictable, I pride myself in that , at home I'm this cocky playful bastard who loves his family , on the streets I'm this menace that has people walking the other way when they sight me , and in the ring ... I am death .