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    Blood, Sweat and Tears Ch.01 Beads of sweat trickled down Isabelle's forehead, flowed down her cheeks and dropped to the canvas, forming dark spots. That is, if they could be seen when the canvas was already saturated with red. She circled around, observing her opponent’s movements. She charged at her opponent, swinging a right uppercut. Her opponent, caught by surprise, took it on her ribs. Her attacker continued her onslaught without stopping for a second. Grunts escaped her mouth as she was pushed back to the ropes. She was like a punching bag. In the first round, she had no problem facing her. But, this was the 7th round and her stamina was low. The crowd grew wild. They were waiting in anticipation for this moment. They clapped and chanted the fighter’s name. “ISABELLE! ISABELLE! ISABELLE!” The boxer, Isabelle, pummelled her opponent’s torso while her poor opponent curled up in abject pain. Eventually, the referee stepped in. He waved his hands and the bell rang three times. †It was finally over, for Isabelle and her defeated adversary. “You did it!” said GaŽl, Isabelle’s coach, jumping into the ring. He lifted Isabelle into the air. This marked Isabelle’s 14th victory as a pro boxer. ------------------ The next day, Isabelle was driving in her Volkswagen Golf to the gym where she trained. Although partially exhausted from yesterday’s match, she still had the energy to train. She won’t let one day pass without an intensive workout. That has become her routine since she started boxing at the age of eight. After parking her car, she walked to the gym with her duffle bag in tow. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy standing in front of the gym door. He looked like a pre-teen. Isabelle went straight to the door, ignoring him. When she was about to hold the door handle, the boy suddenly spoke, “Um, excuse me. Is this the gym like in this flyer?” The boy handed her a piece of paper. “Boxing class open for kids under 13,” Isabelle read the flyer. “Since when did coach start this up?” “I’m interested in learning to box,” said the boy. Isabelle looked at him, “Well, I accidentally found this. So, I was curious to find out.” He laughed nervously, scratching his head. Isabelle nodded slightly. “You came to the right place,” she said. Together, they entered the gym. It was a simple place. There were two boxing rings, and six punching bags. “Find a pony-tailed man. He’s both the coach and owner of this place.” Isabelle proceeded to the locker room to change into her training clothes. When she came out of the room, the boy has started his boxing lesson with GaŽl. He’s now wearing a dark grey t-shirt with black short sleeves and a pair of brown shorts. He looked awkward when he threw a straight into the punching mitts that the coach wore. Embarrassing, Isabelle thought. “Jabs must be fast, boy! You don’t want your opponent to know what hits him… or her,” said GaŽl. He was a friendly person, but his loud voice was one thing that intimidated the boy. Other gym members were starting to arrive at the gym by the time Isabelle started working on a punching bag. The gym has few members, and all of them have been members since the place was established. A blonde spiky haired girl entered the gym and said, “Good morning, everyone!” Her name was Nadia Winchester and she was the only person from the UK to train in this place. She saw the boy training and wondered, “Who’s that?” “New member,” said Isabelle before continuing her assault on the punching bag. “Just one?” Isabelle ignored her and focused on her punching bag. She needed her time to concentrate on her training. She would despise anyone who tried to break her concentration. Nadia, having known Isabelle for a long time, left her alone and prepared for her own training. Soon, the gym was filled with the sounds of people working out. One ring was filled with two sparring men. The other ring had GaŽl and the boy working on the mitts. -------------- Isabelle sat on the bench, sweating heavily. The coach approached her. “Get in the ring. You’ll spar with the boy,” he said. Isabelle stared at him. “He’s still new,” said Isabelle in protest of her coach’s demand. “Come on, just hit him lightly,” Like it or not, Isabelle couldn’t argue about that. She prepared herself in the ring. The boy stood rigidly, with an intimidated look in front of her. “Alright, 3 minutes. Isabelle, remember to treat this like a very friendly spar. This is to show the kid what it feels like to be in the ring,” said the coach, leaning on the ropes outside of the ring. The bell rang. Isabelle stuck out her right glove. The boy looked at it confusedly. “Tap it,” said Isabelle. The boy gave an ‘oh’ and tapped her glove. This was not what Isabelle was used to. She’s used to real sparring matches, not some playtime with some little boy pretending to be a boxer. Both of them circled around. The boy brought his gloves too high that it obscured his view. Isabelle went on the offensive. She gave three light jabs at his gloves. She could hear whimpers coming from him. The boy threw a straight. Unfortunately, his small stature prevented him from reaching his target. “Twist your hips! Don’t forget your footwork, young man!” said GaŽl. The boy stepped forward, and his timing couldn't have been worse. A straight shot came crashing against his face, stunning him. The boy swung a hook despite feeling dizzy and it hit nothing but air. He received another jab to the nose. †Tears started to form on his eyes. Clenching his teeth, he blindly charged forward before getting jabbed in the face for the third time in a row. The impact jerked his head backwards. Unbeknownst to Isabelle, his nose starts to bleed. The longer this spar goes, the more Isabelle forgets about landing soft punches on the boy. Her stance gave off a menacing aura and it sent shivers down the boy’s spine. Isabelle weaved through his punches while pushing forward. She cornered him. She landed a barrage of uppercuts on his belly. She couldn’t control the power of her punches. “Hummphh…” the boy choked. He clutched his stomach and kneeled. The mouth piece inside his mouth popped out, leaving a trail of saliva drooling out of his mouth. Isabelle backed away, looking at him after realizing what she had done. “Oh no, looks like you made a little boy cry. What a bully you are,” said Nadia in a condescending tone. Isabelle ignored her and approached the boy who’s now had his gloves taken off by GaŽl. “Are you okay?” said Isabelle. “You went straight for his belly. He’s not okay with it,” said GaŽl. Isabelle couldn’t control herself when she was in a fight. She felt sorry for the boy. “Sorry,” said Isabelle to the boy. She was given a stare by him. It was full of hatred, and it struck her. “I’ll send him home,” said GaŽl. He carried the boy by the arm. -------------------- A stream of warm water showered her body, relieving her from the exhaustion of today’s training. Inside her mind, she reflected on what she had done during her sparring session with the inexperienced boy. Her train of thought was interrupted when a pair of hands trailed up her body and squeezed her breasts. “They’re getting bigger by the day,” said Nadia in a playful voice that was amplified by her strong British accent. “Let me go!” said Isabelle in a threatening tone. She slammed Nadia to the tiled floor. Nadia, although half-conscious, grinned. “What’s bothering you?” said Nadia after recovering. She went back to her stall “Perhaps, you’re still thinking about him?” “Shut up,” “Poor him. First day of class and he was beaten by a pro. Since he learned it the hard way, he must be thinking about quitting,” Nadia shot back at Isabelle. That made Isabelle to feel even more guilty. She stared down at the drain for a long time. For the first time in her life, she was affected by someone. She didn’t consider anyone’s feelings before. When a match was over, she didn’t care what her opponents felt. This boy however, while looking into her eyes, reminded her of a familiar feeling. Something she once felt when she was a much younger girl. She was once abused by her drunken father. That earned her the scar on her left cheek that she covered with a bandage. “But, if he does want to continue, it’s up to him. Maybe, he’ll climb his way up to get his revenge on you,” Nadia snickered. Isabelle paid no attention to her. ---------------------- When Isabelle was about to go home, she bumped into GaŽl. “How’s he now?” said Isabelle. GaŽl shook his head. “Not good. To top it off, his mother was pissed that he enrolled here without her consent. She wanted him to quit,” said GaŽl. Isabelle nodded slowly “But, you know what I liked about him? He didn’t let that falter him. He protested against his mother. It was a long argument with me backing him up. And, finally, we managed to get her agreement.” He patted her shoulder “Hey, don’t let the sparring session with him be a bother. He’s fine with it and was actually glad to have experienced it. I’m convinced; he’ll be a great boxer just like you.” Isabelle looked at her coach with her usual emotionless stare, “Is that really true? †He stared at me like he wanted to stab me several times back then.” †She said, still showing very little emotion on her face. “Trust me,” Gael said while patting her on the shoulder reassuringly, “he’s more grateful than he showed you back then. †You’ll see what I mean when he shows up tomorrow morning,” Gael said as he turned and switched his attention to his other charges who were still hard at work in the gym. Isabelle just stood there with a puzzled look on her face at the thought of seeing that boy whom she battered mercilessly for a few minutes earlier today. “Does he really want to do this thing that badly?” †She thought to herself, wondering just what kind of reaction the boy will have the next time they cross paths inside the gym. -To be Continued-
Finally, my first fic! ^^
Thanks to :iconkirayamato74: for helping me to get this done!
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:iconmastersaruwatari:
MasterSaruwatari Sep 9, 2013  Student Writer
Finally got around to do this. Good pacing and I love the development of Isabelle. I like how she has an edge to her. She was stiff with that boy for a reason. I'm going to read the next chapter when I wake up. Good work dude. 
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:iconazayakasket:
Thank you! ^^
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:iconmastersaruwatari:
MasterSaruwatari Sep 9, 2013  Student Writer
Neggy has always taken her serious. 

NegInk: The quiet times are the most dangerous ones. 
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:iconsbgf312:
such a beautiful story...
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:iconsbgf312:
No problemo!!!
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:iconcapitanmaverick:
Excelent read my friend :D i really love it :D
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:iconazayakasket:
I hope this will be enjoyable as others' ^^
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DepressedRabbit Jun 15, 2013  Student General Artist
This is a great start
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