Ike O'Nyle D8 (CBD #3)

”No!”

His voice echoes like the wind, but does nothing for him. Only pain escapes his breath as he can feel a fist upon his stomach, the air escaping his lungs as he falls over hunched upon the ground. Fist after fist comes flying at him. The pain erupting within his body as he glares at his attacker. Fists raise trying to block the blows as they continue to come.

”Ike! C’mon man! We put a lot of money on you for this fight”

As he hears the words, the fist flies into his face. The vision of the area where he was fighting vanishes to black, memories of all the good things in his life. Two parents, average amount of wealth, and a happy childhood. They didn’t know of the underground fighting arena that he was in. Strong and powerful in his movements and fists. Usually, the blows were easy to take, but he couldn’t hold onto the fight. Pulled away into some room with water being poured on his face. Bruises forming, he can feel the other people laugh as he speaks.

”Did I win?”

The match was over as he wiped his blonde hair away. A laugh escapes his lungs as he sits up now. A smile and a kind look upon his face as the next match begins. The secrets of the fighting arena that he sneaks off to locked up within his mind as he speaks another excuse to his parents. This was his life and he loved it, even if it meant getting bruised for a living, he’d still do it. A smile upon his face as he lays down, falling asleep for the night. After all, there was always another match the next day and he was determined to win.