Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Crazy Women

"It's like study hall for the rest of the day Colt, we can goof around and have fun!" She quickly began to drag me by my wrist to the back doors of the school before kicking them open, the light blinding me as my eyes need time to adjust. I hear cheering and other noises, as my vision clears I'm met with the view of people fighting in different rings. Each fight is different from the next as each fighting style varies, some are martial arts, others grappling then there is straight forward beating the tar out of someone. Nat takes me over to a group over by the wall near the ring steps. Quickly a nearby kid grabs me and forces me up the steps and into the ring, leaving me speechless as it all happened in a blur. In front of me is a student my age that looks to be Caucasian but his eyes have a fire lit in them. A bell rings and the guy steps forward and bows, out of habit I bow back and stand again. As I stand the kid quickly takes me to the ground, knocking the air out of me and making me bite my tongue. My fellow peers begin to check my stats and laugh upon seeing that I'm not a fighter. I groan as I try to regain my breath before the world goes spinning and I'm thrown from the ground over. I hit the floor with a bang as I begin to lose feeling in my body. The fact that this guy is throwing me around is crazy, man f**k grappling techniques. I stand and take a back stance, putting all my weight on my back foot and keeping my state fluid. The kid charges me and instead of a tackle he try's to go for a guard break and break my balance with a push. I keep my fluid state and quickly adjust to his fighting. He's using judo, a heavy grappling technique so I mustn't let him take me to the ground. He continues his onslaught of pushes, tackle and balance disrupters, each one I manage to maintain my balance. He sees that this isn't some newbie fighter and he makes a sweep for my legs. He dives for my feet tin an attempt to get me to the ground, I do a front flip over him to avoid and grab the collar of his shirt. Using my forward motion I force him over my head and hold him there. Everyone watching our fight gasps, seeing this happen and throwing them off. I move my left hand to his waist band and throw him into the ring floor making a loud boom. All look at my peer who is ok but took the brunt of that as he shakily stands but has lost use of his right arm. He panics a bit and rushes in for another tackle, forcing me to take action. I drop my balance down low before springing up and wrapping my legs around his throat, putting him into a triangle lock and allowing the rest of my body to latch onto his leg. He drops to the ground and prys at my limbs trying to force me off but to no avail. I cut off his breathing and heavily restrict his movements as his attempts at escapes become less and less useful. He finally goes slack and passes out, making me the winner. As I stand to my feet out of breath I look at my wristband that reads 'Changing back into Colton.... Winner! Colton Stragga!' The crowd was in utter disbelief other than Nat who was cheering and collecting money from people.