Chapter Twelve; View
A few quick words. First of all I was supposed to give you this chapter a day early, not a day late. However I challenged myself to do that post about Leah, and I could hardly hold off a birthday post now could I? Also, the fighting in this chapter, and indeed probably this book, is mostly based on my knowledge of professional wrestling. I must say that writing for my collab wrestling blog certainly helped here. However, fights don't usually go like a professional wrestling match at all. If I was going to draw inspiration for fights I would have been better off watching MMA. So, if the fights seem unrealistic, then you can tell me as such. The sword fights in my other book seem a lot more realistic and plausible. Okay I've said my bit.
So, last time we left the action, it was on a dirty filthy cliff hanger. Trent was about to start his first fight in the 9th Circle Fight Club. Plus Geoff had placed a bet on him to win everything with a rather shifty man sat next to him. Let's get on with the show!
After the announcer left the cage and made sure it was locked, he motioned at the referee who then motioned himself for the fight to start. Trent and Max walked towards each other slowly. Trent looked calm but Max was smirking, thinking himself lucky. When they were about a foot apart Max suddenly leaped forward and aimed a punch at Trent's face. Trent ducked under it and thrust his palms upwards, striking Max in the stomach. Max flew back and landed about half a foot away on his back. He coughed and writhed around on the ground, winded from the blow. There were a few gasps from the crowd at this. Even Geoff was looking on in amazement. Trent walked up to him and picked him up. While he was groggy on his feet Trent took a few steps back and jumped forward kicking his foot out and hitting Max in the chest. Max was knocked off his feet again and this time slammed in to the cage, shouting out in pain as he hit it. Trent stepped back to the other side of the cage and lowered his body, getting ready to charge at Max. He started running towards him but Max saw him coming and did his best to roll out of the way. Trent stopped himself before hitting the cage and picked Max up again. He leaned him against the cage and started hitting him in the stomach. The crowd was silent and every blow could be heard as Max's back was pushed against the cage. Each time he was hit Max cried out in pain. After about five punches Trent took a step back and delivered a huge kick to the side of Max's head, knocking him down on to the ground. The referee ran over and made Trent back off a few steps while he checked Max over. He was still breathing, but he wouldn't be fighting again for a while. He was knocked clean out and his back was covered in blood from where the cage had opened him up. The referee called the fight off and motioned to the announcer who opened the door to the prep room and motioned at someone in there. A medical team came out and put Max on a stretcher carefully before taking him in to the back. Trent walked back to the back of the cage and sat on the floor. The announcer walked back into the middle of the cage and motioned to Trent.
“L-l-ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by way of knockout, Trent!”. The crowd were still slightly shocked, but started clapping and cheering. After a few seconds it got louder as everyone snapped out of it and joined in. Geoff didn't though, he was still stunned by what he had seen. He had thought Trent was strong to come here in the first place, but he wasn't expecting anything like what he just witnessed. After that the announcer called in the next fighter, who was smaller even than Max. Trent managed to defeat him faster than he had beaten Max. He punched him in the stomach a few times before thrusting his knee into his stomach before giving him a side kick to it and then kicking him in the head. The fight was quickly called off by the referee after a quick check revealed that Trent's opponent had been knocked out. The next fighter to come out was a bit bigger than Max was, and put up more of a fight. He was able to block Trent's initial punches and gave Trent an elbow thrust to the stomach and punched him in the face. Trent shook it off, slapped his face and looked up at the fighter. He charged at him and jumped off his chest, back-flipping and kicking him in the chin. Trent landed on his feet and charged at the fighter again. This time he jumped up, and thrust both his feet out into the guy's chest, knocking him back. Trent stayed on him, making him land hard on his back. Trent stepped off him and picked him up. He draped him over his knee and dug it into his back. The guy cried out in pain before shouting that he gave up. Trent let him go and walked back to his side of the cage. The fighter was helped out of the cage and counted himself lucky he could walk out, even if he did need some help. The fourth fight was over relatively quickly too. It seemed that no one could really hurt Trent, or even come close to hitting him sometimes. After the fourth fight a brief intermission was called, and Trent was allowed a few minutes rest. He stayed on the floor near the cage wall where he was but Geoff came up to him.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked him, still in awe of his impressive display.
“It's a long story kid. I'll tell you when all this is over. For now, sit tight and watch me win a few more fights. We're halfway through now. It shouldn't take long.”. Geoff nodded and went back to his seat while Trent crossed his legs, folded his arms, and waited for his next opponent. The man whom Geoff had betted with watched the exchange between Geoff and Trent closely, before turning to face the cage and wait for the next fight.