- A co-worker?
- Yes! - I answer by laughing. - I'm a clue waitress.
We kept talking and he says that he is also studying at UNY and will graduate at the end of next semester. After a long time sitting and drinking, I notice that the track starts to be emptied. A fence begins to descend, turning the dance floor into a huge cage. A speaker walks through one of the doors at one end to announce what looked like a show.
- What's going on? - I ask Dave without understanding what the man in the center of the ring was announcing to the microphone.
- Is this your first time in a fight club too? - he asks, seeing the confusion in my eyes.
- Fight club?
- Once a night the club promotes an MMA competition, all within the law. You can bet on one of the fighters, if you want. - he points a betting board at the top of the bar. - If he wins, you get part of the money.
- Are you sure there won't be any trouble?
- Yes! It's completely legal. - he explains. - Most of them are amateur fighters and do it more for fun, but there are rules.
- In this case, I'm relieved to hear it! - I say with a sigh, putting my hand on my chest. - Who are the madmen who do these things?
- Most people use pseudonyms, which the judge announces, before the fight begins. Nobody knows for sure the real names of the fighters, except the direction of the event. - I frown. - You said it was legal. Fighters have to register with their real name or they can't compete. There is also medical care, if you are seriously injured, but this is a very rare thing.
Dave takes a break and laughs at my amazing face.
- There's blood, but nothing too serious. - he shrugged his shoulders. - A dislocated arm, maybe or a twisted foot, but nothing the fighters aren't used to.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - I say with horror. - Who in their right mind would risk it like this?
- Well, we have an undefeated champion in the house who will fight today. If you want to make a bet and experience a little excitement, besides winning some money, I suggest you bet on it.
- Is he really good? - ...I ask you with an animated face.
- No one's beaten him for ten straight nights if you really want to know. - he says.
- Oh, boy.
- Were you curious?
- Sure!
Dave says he'll tell me who the fighter is when he's announced. The first fight is announced by the judge and two boys, a brunette and a redhead, were called to the ring. The people around start cheering and screaming. I'm starting to realize that animation is contagious and excitement takes over. The two boys fought under the excitement of the crowd and the redhead wins the fight in record time. I start screaming and applauding sitting in the bar, which gave a privileged view of the cage. I was having as much fun as I had never had before and ended up forgetting the problem that had taken me there. Pretty excited, I decide to get close to the cage grid and go as far as the boundary was demarcated. The hours passed and at the height of the night, the judge presented the third fight. That one seemed to be the most important and I couldn't wait. I yell at the girls when one of the guys passes through the left end and gets into the cage. He was tall and strong, he must have been, like, 200 pounds of muscle alone. There were also tattoos all over his body. His head was shaved and he wore only a black shorts that went up to half his thick thighs. The back shone and the hands were wrapped in a black band, which were soon covered with a glove.
- Oh, boy. - I sigh. - What a big face!
I look at the man from the top down and he stares at me when he walks past me, blinking. I was hypnotized, smiling at him and didn't realize when his opponent was announced. I stop smiling and screaming when I realize who another fighter is, who was coming in from the opposite side. He was as tall as the first and was also tattooed, but only on the back, where a tribal covered from the left scapula to the waist and half of his arm. His chest was smooth and wide, with his dark skin wet with water running down his body. His broad shoulders and back helped his height to intimidate anyone. The arms were well turned with firm muscles, but what caught the same attention was the size of the hands that, like the other one, were covered with red bands and then by a pair of gloves. I was fascinated by his face, which had a serious, concentrated face. I stop breathing the moment your gaze intersects with mine and binds you. Her blue eyes contrast with her short, straight hair, which had a golden tone. They were trapped by a black belt so they wouldn't fall into his eyes. Just like the other one, he wore only one shorts, leaving his abdomen well defined, his thick thighs and long legs on display. The man waved to the audience and smiled coldly at his opponent showing a dimple in his square and perfect chin.
- That can
