How To Bake A Fighter

Chapter 6: Spicing things up

*Lucas*

I got set in the middle of the floor mat with the training gloves given to me on. I don't know what to expect. She's usually just a shy and quiet girl with no friends except for that Tyler kid. She was silent most of the time unless she was addressed by a teacher or class project. Never talked to anybody willingly, anybody except for him. Tyler. Who are they even to each other?! Huh! I mean she laughs, smiles, cries, agrees, argues, and jokes with him. At first, I thought it was because they were related like cousins or something. They get along like two peas in a pod. They arrived on the same day. And truth be told, I was, well, am still kind of jealous. Huff, you totally just admitted it, dude. Shut it conscious. I have liked this girl for a while. I silently admire her from afar. She is like an angel in rags. Not to call her clothes rags, but compare them to a ball gown and what it looked like. She's as sharp as a whip, catching onto everything and anything very fast. She had me one moment. The moment I knew I had to be in her life. "Yo, d'you hear me", a voice broke through my thoughts. I looked to meet the eyes of a very impatient girl. "Sorry, thinking about the test we had today", I tried to lie. Keyword tried. "Yeah right, lover boy. Just keep your mind off your fantasizing about your new girlfriend and focus. Otherwise, you may kiss the floor", she said confidently. "Doubt that", I scoffed. "Don't dare doubt what you don't know or the doubt may doubt what you do", she said wisely. "What the crap are you? An English philosopher now", I questioned. She rolled her eyes. "So, what'd ya want", I asked. "Fight to songs or to rules"?, she asked. "How in the world do you fight to music", I asked. "Easy, you fight to the beat. When the beats slow, you slow your attack. Vise versa if the music beats fast attack fast, gotta it?, she said. "Yea i guess", I huffed. "Just let me show you first", she said. "Alright". What is running through her mind?

*Millie*

Yes, freestyle beats fight! This is my favorite type of fighting. If I don't follow the non-existential music beats in the real ring, I eventually learned to listen to my heartbeat when I am in the ring. I skip to the punching bag in the middle of the room with my phone and speaker. I scrolled through my list of music. I need a fast-paced beat song, otherwise I'll get too intense and leave bruises on him by accident. I found a song that was perfect for the moment. I pressed play and got into position.

*Black Widow (clean) by Iggy Azalea*

(Pacing with the clapping)

I'm gonna love you (Throwing light punches while speeding up gradually)

Until you hate me

And I'm gonna show you

What's really crazy

You should've known better

Then to mess with me harder

I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you

Gonna love you, gonna love you

Like a black widow, baby

(Duck, punk punk, kick, repeat to the beat)

This twisted cat and mouse game always starts the same

First we're both down to play then somehow you go astray

We went from nothing to something liking to loving

It was us against the world now we just fucking

It's like I loved you so much and now I just hate you

Feeling stupid for all the time that I gave you

I wanted all or nothing for us ain't no place in between

By me believing what you say that you never mean

Like It'll last for ever but now forever ain't as long

If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be stuck singing this song

You was different from my last but now you got a mirror

But as it all plays out I see it couldn't be clearer

Now sing

(Punch, Punch, dodge, repeat)

You used to be thirsty for me

But now you wanna be set free

This is the web, the web that you weave

So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

(Duck, punch, punch, kick, repeat to the beat)

I'm gonna love you

Until you hate me

And I'm gonna show you

What's really crazy

You should've known better

Then to mess with me, harder

I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you

Gonna love you, gonna love you

Like a black widow, baby

(Dodge, Dodge, kick, punch, repeat)

I'm gonna love you until it hurts

Just to get you I'm doing whatever works

You'd have never met nobody

That will do you how I do ya

That will bring you to your knees

Praise Jesus hallelujah

Imma make you beg for it, plead for it

Till you feel like you breath for it

Till you do any and everything for it

I want you to fiend for it

Wake up and dream for it

Till it's got you gasping for air

And you leave for it

Til then you have a cat scan and you can check your mind

And there's nothing but me on it

Now it's me time believe that

If it's yours when you want it

I wouldn't promise I need that

Till I'm everywhere that you be at

I can't fall back go quick

'Cause this here is fatal attraction so I take it all or I don't want s**t

(Punch, Punch, dodge, repeat)

You used to be thirsty for me

But now you wanna be set free

This is the web, the web that you weave

So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

(Duck, punch, punch, kick, repeat to the beat)

I'm gonna love you

Until you hate me

And I'm gonna show you

What's really crazy

You should've known better

Then to mess with me harder

I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you

Gonna love you, gonna love you

Like a black widow, baby (Epic death blow roundhouse kick)

I'm panting hard. All my frustration, painful past, blood, sweat, tears, heartache, and grief was in this fight. I fought the images of my ex-boyfriend's part of my past life that still shadowed me. Why can't these memories leave me?