Bobby's Fight-Chapter 1A Chapter by Jesse Lynn RucilezThe first section of Chapter 1 from my novella: "Bobby's Fight." Available in both paperback and digital formats.Part
1: Pre-Fight Jitters Chapter
1 1. January 27th, 2007. Las Vegas, Nevada. 8:51 p.m. Clint Gault wanted to be alone. He
sat on a plush leather massage table, staring at a white wall. At his request,
everyone"including his own crew"had cleared out of the locker room, leaving him
in blessed silence. The other fighters and their crews might've resented his
audacity, but Clint didn't care. He needed this time to think...to concentrate.
If I can survive that, I can
survive anything. At
twenty-four, Clint bore little resemblance to the pudgy, unkempt boy he’d once
been. Now devoid of body fat, he’d grown up to six feet, three inches of proud
Celtic manhood. The freckles remained, dotting his cheeks and shoulders, and
his flesh glowed with an athletic sheen. He wore a hooded black sweat-top,
black shorts with the word: Gladiator emblazoned
on the sides in dark green, and a steel cup beneath a black jock strap. A light
coat of Vaseline had been smeared on his forehead and beneath his eyes to
protect the delicate skin. A black mouthpiece cushioned his upper teeth.
Athletic tape covered his ankles and feet. Black neoprene braces sleeved both
knees. Beneath the hood, his bald head glistened from the pre-fight warm up. If I can survive that, I can
survive anything. Clint’s
hands rested in his lap. He looked down, considering how he intended to use
them in the near future. Black, fingerless gloves protected his taped knuckles.
These curious adornments allowed Clint to punch without fear of breaking his
hand, and"unlike boxing gloves"allowed him to grapple his opponent. He clenched
his fists, relaxed them, and sighed. His hands felt comfortable, as did he. If I can survive that, I can
survive anything. The calm
fighter closed his eyes. Before each bout, he forced himself to relive the day
his life almost ended. He pictured his ten-year-old self walking into the
Twilley restroom; Bobby standing at the urinal; the lunchbox sitting on the
counter. Emotionless, he recalled the haunting tone of Bobby's voice" Hi, Clint. "and the
chill which had swept through him. Bobby hadn't seen him, but somehow knew
who'd entered. Then Bobby turned to see him holding the lunchbox, and Clint
remembered the fear in the boy's eyes. He used to cringe when thinking of how
he'd enjoyed tormenting Bobby, but with Dr. Brix's guidance, he'd made peace
with the little monster he'd once been, and learned gratitude for the lessons
Bobby taught him.
If I can survive that, I can survive anything. With another sigh, Clint opened his eyes.
Almost time. Almost ready. “Damnit, Bobby. I wish you were
here.” No need at all. © 2017 Jesse Lynn Rucilez |
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Added on February 17, 2017 Last Updated on May 28, 2017 Tags: Jesse Lynn Rucilez, Bobby's Fight, MMA, Fighting AuthorJesse Lynn RucilezReno, NVAboutHello. My name is Jesse Lynn Rucilez, and I'm a writer from Reno, Nevada. When I'm not working, my life revolves around literature, film, and music. Hopefully, one day my passions will be the core of .. more..Writing
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