I hold the newspaper in my hand as I walk to the address on it. I had my earphones in my ears and the music on as I walked, and I stopped near a shady-looking club. Then I walked up to what looked like a guard, and I showed him the ad for the boxing club, and for some reason the guy laughed and then said, "Fine, come in; we need some more punching bags anyway." And then the guy pushed me inside the club, and I walked in the club. I did not mind what the guy said; his insult just went in one of my ears and went out the other, and well, I was a little stunned because well, this was not a boxing club; it looked more like a WWE club or something. Anyway, after a second of looking around,
I walk to a fat guy who was sitting on a chair that looked like it was on its last breath, and the guy was talking loudly about the ad I saw in the newspaper. I speak in a calm tone: "Hey, I saw the ad on the news. The winner gets cash? right? sign me up," and the fat guy looks me up and down, and then he looks like he just got some free cash, and then he speaks, "Oh yes! Young man, you seem just the person I am looking for here. Sign this little thing; don't worry about it. You get $1000 cash up front!" and then Fast gives me a notepad and tells me to sign....
I casually sign it, and while it looks like I only signed it, I also read it, and the fat guy pulls the notepad out of my hands, and then he speaks: "Ok, ok, good job. Now go and get a seat in the room." And then I walk to the room. The music around me was annoying, and the people were going crazy about some guys fighting, and I noticed how one guy got thrown out of the ring. That was not boxing... and I smile, and I think to myself, "Well, well, the contract that fat guy tried to sneak by telling me to sign on the notepad and how that guy just got thrown out of the ring—it all tells me this is not a boxing club. Nah, this is illegal street fighting... well, I guess that's a good thing?"
Because, well, they won't keep track of the people who sign up for stuff like this, and also this means I don't have to hold back; I could fight with all I have got, which I don't know how much that is. I have not done anything with this body other than the Macarena dance and stretches. Ah, I'll be alright. Unless I fight someone from the army, I should be alright.
And I sit down on the empty seat in the room, and the room is filled with all types of people—some old guys, some fat guys, and even a few tall guys who actually look like they know how to fight... and then there was me, a young, skinny white kid... all the guys in the room, when they see me, seem like they see a free win.
Anyway, I keep looking at the matches, seeing how the others fight, and most of them mostly fight like they were in WWE. There were a few kickboxers, but still those guys seemed like newbies, and... RING...RING...RING... The flip phone in my pocket rings, and I pull it out, and I read the name of the person who was calling me: 'Abby'...
After a second of thought, I pick her phone up, and I speak, "What do you want?" And Abby clearly heard the music in the background, and Abby spoke in an angry voice, "I don't want anything, you dickhead. Don't drink yourself to death!" And then the call cuts, and I smile and think, 'She was worried about me where I was, but the second she heard the music in the background, she got angry, huh? Well, too bad for you, Abby.
I am not doing what you think I am doing. In fact, I don't even have any money. The last time I checked, I only had $12 to my name, nothing else... and just then I heard someone point at me and say, "Hey, you, you're up next. Go stand up near the ring!" And I stand up, and I put my phone in my pocket, and I walk outside the room and to the ring, and before I could get any closer, a guard comes up and says, "Give me everything you have on you; this is a fair fight." And I look at him, but I casually give him my phone and my MP3 and my earphones, and then I pass by, and a loud voice comes from the speaker!
"Now ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a booming fight! On the right we have the killer! the finger eater! THE HUNGER BEAST RED FIRE!!!! And as the speaker speaks, a big man wearing a red outfit from head to toe even has fire on his shoes... and the crowd cheers for this red fire... and before I could react, the speaker speaks again! "And on the left side we have the young, weak-looking but youthful, the new first-timer! Skinny Tracksuit..."
My jaw almost drops to the ground because of the nickname I had: Skinny Tracksuit? What the fuck? Who gave me that crap nickname? And once again, before I could say something, people pushed me to the right, and then the big guy walked in the ring, did a little dance mocking me, and then he spoke: "Sorry, boy, nothing personal, but I've got to put you to sleep!"
And well, I really did not care about what people said about me, but right now, just after I got that nickname, this red Power Rangers-looking ass is insulting me! I was actually a little angry! And I smile, and I crack my fingers, and I speak, "Oh, I apologize too," and then the guy pretty much rushes to tackle me, and I side-step, and I walk back a little...
Before I could get away, Red Fire throws his hand almost as if he was trying to hit me with his backhand, and I grab his wrist, and before he could move, I spin my body fast, and I pull his hand over my shoulder, and my leg also goes down hard, hitting his leg while he was already moving. Before even knowing anything, Red Fire was on the ground with a big BANG... of a sound, and I take a step back because I could not throw the big guy fully; I only threw him halfheartedly.
I frown because I see the red fire and the big dude grunting on the floor. I was frowning because what the hell was that? In my mind I think, 'I did not even throw him properly. Well, the floor is cold and hard, but still, does he just look big and strong?' And while Leo was thinking, the crowd was in disbelief. How did a skinny-looking young boy throw a big man like that? In fact, some people were already cheering for the Skinny Tracksuit!!!
And just then the red fire stands back up slowly, and he speaks, "Ugh, you got me good. Well, anyway, time to end this!" And then the dumbo runs at me again! And this time I don't move back; I step forward, and Red Fire did not expect that, and before Red Fire could stop his run! and put his hands up. I throw a punch right on his jaw—a clean hit—and Red Fire is on the floor once more, and this time it did not look like Red Fire was getting up while I shake my hand fast because that fucking hurt my hand! hurts! I hold my right hand with my left, and I rub it!
'Fucking hell! I don't remember punching people being this painful! Oh wait, crap, this is not my body. No wonder it hurts! This body is way too weak; I can't even punch someone without getting hurt! Ugh, well, my boxing stance was off anyway. I need to train again, and also I need to wrap my hands up with some bandages or something! And just when I was walking out of the ring, I just now noticed how the crowd was going crazy saying the name "Skinny Tracksuit!! Skinny Tracksuit!!! Skinny Tracksuit!!!"
The speaker was also going crazy: "And the winner is skinny Tracksuit with a booming punch! Who expected that? NOT ME!!!!!!" and I frown a lot when I hear the nickname "Skinny Tracksuit." I feel like I get stabbed every time someone calls me that, and I walk out of the ring fast, and I grab my phone and stuff from the guard who took them before, and even the guard was saying crap like, "Good job, Skinny Tracksuit," and I run back to the waiting room, and I sit down in the corner...
I think to myself, 'Only 2 more fights like this, ok, then you can go back home. Yeah, don't think about it. Don't think about what the people are calling you... Which bitch gave me that shitty nickname?' And after a while of trying to calm myself from turning into Fourarms and finding and punching the shit out of the guy who gave me that nickname, I just calm myself down, and I think about the fight.
"It was ok; I thought it would be harder for sure, but still, what the hell was I expecting from a guy named Red Fire?" But still my hand is a little numb. I can't fight with my hands in the next round; I have to keep them for the last round just to make sure I don't get injured. Plus, I don't know if this Omnitrix has a failsafe to keep me alive, so I have to fight pretty much avoiding everything. I don't want to turn into an alien while in the ring....'
I watch out of the room and i watch the other matches and i notice one guy and i speak out loud
"What the fuck?"