As I head home seeing my roommate just reading like a nerd readying for another day of getting the best grades ever, he noticed me arriving later than the usual as he lifted his head up slightly eyeing me as he wears reading glasses only making him look like a nerd, as he rearranged his glasses and said
???: "You have seemed to arrive later than usual, anything peculiar happening? " as he said with a calm demeanor acting like he cared but doesnt
"Oh please, you really dont care what I do in or out of classes since your focused on your grades like a nerd." as I responded back sighing tossing my bag aside on a floor as the room is like a standard normal dorm room with few javkets or clothes hanged up on the walls with some posters around as I slumped onto the bottom area of the bunk bed face first on the pillow feeling my arks being sore after 4 hours of training at that unknown gym I encountered today.
???: "True, yet your my roommate for this dorm rent and I dont wanna pay for the expensive rent in this day and age." as he responded back with more facts knowing that the inflation is hitting hard on USA which Is where I am now.
"Yeah, your right, also I saw a look like a rundown gym while I was taking a shortcut coming here, my curiosity got the better of me and welp been forced to train for 4 hours of intense training, especially for boxing only." I said back to him while shifting my head facing to where he is which he's on a computer chair reading a science book that is related about atoms and whatnot. Also my bad for not telling his name, his name Is Michael Donnerson, His age is 23 which is 2 years older than me.
Michael: he laughed hilariously while he looks at me mocking me due to my curiousness "Well Like people say, Curiousity kills the cat." Responding back hilariously before calming himself down and coughing for a bit "A-anyway, at least did you have fun?" He asked as he was finishing reading for the day as he kept his reading glasses into a eye glasses case and book back into his part of the table drawer.
"It is to be honest, anyway I'm takin a nap, get some cash on my bag for just my share for dinner if your heading out to buy food." I said back to him before I drifted back to sleep tiringly knowing my arms are sore.
On my dreams i saw lights blaring on me and going in a smooth motion into what looks like a ring in my eyes as many people were screaming and cheering, some are booing and saying something all at once as it looks like a chaos but thanks to the distance of the ring and probably looks like stage seats it was lessened but still can hear what they are saying, I felt someone shoving me back up while hearing the bell ring as I got up on time and raising a poorly raised guard, and after that I followed my instincts and fought this person whos in front of me, his upper area has no covering while his boxing shorts has black with red markings, I couldnt see his face since it looks blurry or warped but I tried my best fighting it, withing what feels like an eternity my body gave out and collapsed face first as I finally woke up jolting up hitting my head into the body of the upper bunk bed as i held my hit spot of my head tightly groaning in pain, despite it was all a dream I still feel it like its real, the pain, the blood and injuries and so on like real boxing. As I checked my phone seeing its 9 pm seeing some food on the table desk and decided to accept that old owners suggestion.
I got back up the next day, went to class the usual studying while doing exams, nothing was pretty eventful in my eyes or pretty interesting as I was patiently waiting for the day to go by, finally tge final school bell rang meaning everyone is heading home, so I decide to head towards the shortcut on where I first saw it, for a moment my heart raced a bit while looking at its colored glass doors knowing that I wont be able to return back to the usual calm and uneventful life and a looming sense of death, I enter the gym looking around to see if anyone else is around, turns out there are just few people around but the same white bald headed guy still practicing with that old geezer, I shouted for a moment getting the geezers attention.
"Hey! hey coach!" I said while looking at the old geezer approaching me.
???: "Ahhhhh!!!! Kid your back!! Have ya decided about it lad?" He asked while he looks at me smiling waiting for an answer
"Yeah, I accept your deal, I'll be your fighter" I responded clenching and readying posing for it pretending to be a boxer knowing my posture is terrible
???: He laughed for a momentarily not by mocking but in joy "HAHAHAHAH!! WELCOME TO THE Lagoon Gym Lad! And whats your name lad? And my name is Johanson Tomirez or Coach J. For short." He said looking at me while pulling me deeper into the gym smirking happily
"I'm Binta, Binta Kamar" I respond smiling happily "also when will i get to fight other people just like me?" I asked curiously while looking at him roaming the gym
Coach J: "Woah woah woah!! You got some enrgy pal, but you aint ready to be in the octagon, not one bit, you need to train for a bit alright? This aint the legal boxing area like the WBC or whatnot, its the DBC league (Death boxing champion league), Its similar to WBC but this time murdering people is allowed in the ring, no matter how many times they stand up as long as the count doesnt raise to 10 they can still fight, the only way to do is to straight up attempt murder, meaning hitting deadly liver and fatal hooks, jabs and straights"
He said looking at me explaining the DBC rules and how fatal it is, Meaning that many people die in that octagon, heck many people called this underground boxing, but then many crazy or ordinary people can allow to join as long as they got into one of many DBC gyms from different countries. I know I signed up for this but I know I was right that my calm uneventful life will change for the better, or for the worst.