CHAPTER THREE: THE FIRST CHALLENGE

Then there chants changed to what they called me " rival , rival , rival " what the fuck was this man thinking giving me that good damned name but it sounded cool but they didn't have to take it too far to call me an enemy.i just stood there ready to take in whatever it was that they were preparing for me.

 Not less than thirty minutes the chant died down and I looked back and there stood who I knew very well was my opponent no need to tell me, he who he really was ...then the stupid announcement was made again and they chanted his name " Nikita ... Nikita... Nikita " the chant went on and on and he was just jumping from one end of the ring to the other ...hmm he really was enjoying it .

The chants died down giving the announcer the opportunity to talk , " fighting rules boys, first to kill wins ...and first to die loses " he said and the crowd Started cheering ..this is so cruel, I turned my gaze to who I was to challenge and I prayed secretly to my parents that they should personally accept my soul when it arrives ...no need to beat around the bush, they clearly knew who was gonna die and that was me..don't be mad at me am proud to say that ,the announcer gave signal and they blew the trumpet signalling that it was time for the fight to start .

 I just stood there and took one last gaze at the crowd then I turned to see my opponent and something hit my face and I lost balance and fell down Immediately " ouch " that was kind of painful low key , they crowd immediately went wild chanting his name ..." NIKITA ... NIKITA ... NIKITA" he turned to show off like acknowledge them...I used that opportunity and...nahhh i didn't ventured towards him, am not that dumb..I used the opportunity and breathe in back the oxygen that escaped my mouth when I was almost hit to a coma.

I used my hand to support myself up and I stood immediately but my leg was visible shaking, all this effect was just from a blow, one more and I swear am might visit the world underneath us.the man standing before me looks like someone who ate three square meal before coming here. I gave him time to be done with his show off ...to be sincere I really appreciate the crowd at least that was the little they could do to help me and I noticed that was the only way to distract him.

 When the chant finally died down he turned his gaze right back at me and started smiling, what the fuck is he smiling for right now ...bro just take me down and save yourself the stress. He immediately ran towards me to hit me down but I was fast to move to the other side of the ring and he hit the floor ...ouch that must have hurt, cause I was sure I heard him wince...so much for being called NIKITA ...I didn't say it loud though and I might not be a boxing boy kind of a person but I knew one thing for sure was that you don't venture to take down your opponent by the waist when the are alert ...maybe he never thought of that .

 I gave him time to breathe, and he stood up Immediately and strengthen his shoulder ...oh no I think his gonna knock me out real good ...I didn't attack I watched him...one thing I was good at is that I can learn anything by just watching it...I know it might sound crazy but it would really help me this time.

 He took slow and steady step close to me, I stood on my ground, I didn't move a muscle..I wanna see what he got though the first blow was enough to teach me a lesson. He slowly turned his hand into a fist and came up to me and I dodged it ...ha don't be surprised am really good at defendi- , ouch ...this guy just hit my nose ...ahhh ...I can't even wish this pain on my enemies, so much for someone who was shouting back at a lawyer.

 I staggered backwards and used my hand to support my self first ...I wasn't breathing through only my mouth but my ear was inclusive, it can't be generally useless. I looked up at him and he was standing at the top of the ring showing off to the crowd ...this is soo not legal. That was when I noticed something drip and fall to the floor ...it was dark red in colour, you got to be kidding me I looked at the ceiling of the ring to know where that fell from ...yeah almost forgot it was open and I touched my nose ...Jesus please don't tell me that was my blood ...uhh c'mon, I can't be losing blood when am hungry .

 I stood there for some moment at least regain my posture, I can't be standing zigzag when am fighting,I mean at least to save my self the pieces of dignity I didn't bother to pick up when he hit my nose ...the chant died down and he turned to look at me ...his face didn't have any expression on like he was ready to take me out once and for all ...one of the things I could vividly remember from the time my parents were still alive they once said " living is already a risk...you got to risk to still like it" .

It's not like am saying they were wrong I mean they had that particular mindset when they started working for the mafia ...and that particular stuff is what am gonna do just now ... Nikita as he was called ... ventured towards me and tried to hit me again..this time I targeted right yeah his ribs ..and struck it and he staggered backwards ...and cursed and I looked around ...then I heard the chants of my name ..." rival.. rival...rival.." oh my God that feels so good.