The Boxer

"1, 2, 1, 2, punch"

It's hard being a newcomer in the boxing world. Getting beaten up by other boxers, scolded by your coach whenever you lose a match, and having to constanstantly let down your family to the point that they won't even aknowledge you or tune into your matches.

Sweat trinkled down my forehead as I faced the reflection of myself in the mirror and shadow box. I was shuffling to the left and swinging to the right, assaulting the air infront of me. I had an important match ahead of me today, my final match.

His name was Edward Cartegeno, a famous european boxer, who I challenged in attempt to just fly to the top of the food chain. He was about 5'10, muscular, brown wavy hair, and he was fast. By fast, I mean he would throw a punch and you wouldn't even realize what happened to you till you get up off the floor.

"I can take him... I can beat him... I will do everything I can to make it to the top... everything"

I put on my yellow and black boxing gloves and laced on my jet black boxing shoes. Edward entered the locker room while I was gearing up. He stopped and chuckled. He walked straight up to me and shoved me up against the locker room.

"Listen here, Rookie. There's no way you can beat me, I only accepted your challenge to make a living fool out of you. I'm going to break you down and make you quit being a boxer because sissies don't belong here."

He laughed and strolled out of the locker room with such relaxation because he didn't view me as a threat.

His words cut into my brain and all I thought from now on till the match was over

"I am a threat."

I shadow-boxed a few more times to warm up... and then the bell rang.

There I was at my corner squaring up to Edward. Gloves held high ready to block any of his lightning fast strikes. He quickly jetted towards me and without even giving me a chance to react he struck a blow to the left side of my ribs. The shock crippled me as I heard my own bones crack, as I fell he struck a blow to my face. My head whiplashed backwards.

"This can't be happening to me... I... am... a... threa-"

Before I finished uttering the words he quickly ducked underand swung downwards impacting my chest, over my heart. I crashed onto the floor, with my heart unbeating. I hear the ring of the bell, signaling that, the match was over.

I was asked if I'm alright. I didn't speak. They shook me around. I didn't move. They looked into my eyes... I didn't blink. They assumed I was unconcious not realizing that Edward has snatched out my hopes, my dream, and my life.

I was lifted up and brought to the locker room. My skin was starting to grow pale white and the parts of my body that were struck by his hits were now black and blue. A trinkle of bloodb slipped down my mouth the side of my mouth.

2 hours have passed and I was still in the locker room, lifeless. Nobody knew I was in here. In fact, everybody had left. They completely forgot about me, dead, in the locker room. Not untill Edward walked in to grab his boxing gloves still in the locker room.

He stumbled across my body and he chuckled just like he did before the match. He lifted me up and I heard the opening of doors as I was being brought somewhere. Cold air brushed against my body and then I was surrounded by pizza boxes, boo's, tissues, and plastic bags. I was thrown into a dumpster. Although I was lifeless, I was furious... absolutely furious.

Edward whispered into my pale white ear.

"I broke you and you will never return to boxing, sissies don't belong here"

As, he walked away... He heard the sound of trash bags being thrown against the walls.

He turned around to see my pale white, black and blue, body jet straight up out of the dumpster.

I lifted my dirty boxing gloves in front of my face and jetted towards Edward.

He didn't realize what happened till all he saw was my cold dirty glove strike his face.

"I am am a threat"

Edward was never heard of again and was pressumed missing. Investigation was put to an end after 2 months of being missing. But, I was never looked for. No one remembered me. All they could remember was the last words heard when seeing me.

"I... am... a ... threat"