Romancing The Devil: Chapter One.

              Chapter One.

"The name is Boe." I said, as I entered the fighting arena. An underground illegal practice. A girl has to make money somehow. Can't be blamed if my only resources are bare fist. All I can hear is the chanting of the crowds for Nicky West to win. A co-fighter in my league.

"Right, this way Miss. Boe, The changing rooms are in that hallway," he pointed his index finger to a dark part of the arena, "yours is first to the right." Said the guy with a black tee shirt, that reads "security", and a name tag that reads Jim. I was just happy to be out of that long line of waiting people to be seated.

"Thanks Jim!" I yelled though the roaring of the crowd. As I walked to the changing room, I saw Camron DeBrisky.

Uhhh Ohh. He is a hunk. A god.
Stop it Boe. Stop thinking of how manly and muscular he is. His dark Brown eyes and black hair that matches his complexion... His black v neck tee, and his tblack jeans, and those shades.. He is...
STOP BOE. Remember last time you talked to him? He yelled at you for just looking in his direction. Stop it darn brain. You don't know what's good for your own shake.


I quickly snapped out of fancyworld, when I reached the door to the changing room. I prepared myself mentally with a prep talk. I'm going to rock this fight. I'm the best, I have to be.

Cameron creeped back into my mind.. What would it be like to be him. He's here at every fight, never bets just watches with his friend. Snap out of it!! I demanded my self to stop.

After I finished changing into my black tank, spandex shorts, and my black tennis shoes, and put my long dark hair that was down to my butt in a high ponytail.
I was ready to rumble. Im not nervous. I was ready for this torment with my opponent and enemy Carla. I was ready to win.

I stepped out the changing room, didn't even bother to look up, and BAM.

I ran right into the arms of Camron DeBrisky. And he didn't seem to incredibly happy about it.

 

I fell into Camrons arms. I was starring hard into the floor of the arena, my face blood red from embarrassment. I slowly started looking up until our eyes met. He looking down at me, with what looked like amusement.

"Hey there." His voice cut though my dazzlement. His eyes were green. The brightest color green I have ever seen.

"H-hi." I managed to screech back.

He bent his head down to whisper into my ear, " Good thing I was waiting on you to come out, or you could be in another guys arms, and I wouldn't be too happy about that." He said looking directly into my eyes.

My heart was beating 100 times per mintinute. I didn't know what to say, I was panicking. I couldn't find any words to use.

"BOE!" I heard a familer voice yell. I gathered my self out of Camron's arms reluctantly. Grateful that someone saved me of making an even bigger fool of myself.

When I turned around, all I saw was Ethan. My good buddy. Hell of a fighter. I've never faught against him, we're both unsure who would win in the outcome. Ethan has blonde hair, that is on the short side. Piecing blue eyes, and a smile to kill for.

"Boe! Your fight is about to start!!" He said while he was measuring Camron up. Ethan is very protective of me, he's been in my life even before, I first started fighting.

Camron was sizing him right back too.

"Thank you for not letting me fall." I looked at Camron and smiled appreciatively.

He smirked, "I'll wait for you after this fight. Hell, lets have a bet. You lose tonight, you have to buy dinner. You win, I buy dinner at the shack."

Ethan was looking back and forward between me and Camron. Seeing if I'll take the bait.

I bit. "Okay, your on. " I said excitingly. I looked to Ethan. "Ready to go watch me kick some Carla butt?"

Ethan started laughing, and grabbed my arm and started waking me to the ring.

"What was that about?" Ethan asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. Remember last time we talked? He was such a jerk off. Now he wants to go to dinner. Get this, he even waited for me to come out the bathroom!" I gushed.

"Boe," Ethan said in a very seriously manner that got my full attention. "Be careful. I hear he is dangerous. And I don't want you to get hurt."

I gave Ethan a huge hug and thanked him for being so kind.

After that, I hoped into the ring and listened to the crowd go completely wild. I wanted to think about want happened with Camron. It was so odd. But I didn't have time to think about that.I had to win, I had to show him up on this bet.

I put my mouth piece in, listened to the announcer announce my name, then the referee telling us to play nice.
"1, 2, 3.. GO!!" He screamed.

I looked at Carla. I guessed her weakness, I went for the ribs. I fought her before and won, but this time she knows my moves.

She went for the jaw, I ducked and kicked her legs out from underneath her, and the crowd was screaming and chanting my name.

"ROUND ONE, BOE! " the announcer yelled.

Round two was just beginning, and I looked over to where Camron usually sits, and he was starring intently at me, and all I could do was stare back.

Carla took advantage of me glancing off, and hit me so hard in the ribs I went down. The crowd booed. And yelped for me to get up.

"CARLA ROUND TWO." Said the annoying announcer.

I knew this last round made me, or breaks me in his eyes and my pride. My stomach started to flip flop due to pain or being nervous.

" ROUND THREE, 1 .. 2... 3 .. GOO!" Reff yelled.

Author's Note

First Chapter! Hope all my reader enjoys! Feedback please!
Xoxoxo,
Katy.

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

Action is a bit dry in the end, I would suggest sprucing it up, making it a bit more juicy. I like the main character: an underground fighter with a hefty pair of hands. I just love fighting in general, so this one's right up my alley.

Also, I would suggest throwing a bit more description as you write, too. The reader doesn't have a good feel of the atmosphere in the arena except for the screaming fans. Is it humid in there? Dimly lit? Is the arena rundown, old, decrepit? What does Carla look like? These are some of the things you wanna think about when setting your story. You can be elaborate on the fly if you don't want descriptions to bog down the flow of your story. Describing the building briefly as Boe walks back to her dressing room, etc.

All in all, I'm genuienly interested in the direction you decide to take the story and I will certainly be reading the rest.