I can feel my nose bleeding. I almost bit my tongue like three times. My heart is racing fast but I can't hear it good. Here he comes again rushing to me left arm cocked back.
He's gonna faint again but I'm not gonna be able to catch it this time. He stops his body. Starts twisting his body toward the right side now.
'He is gonna faint.'
The punch comes my way but even through my eyes that feel, to heavy to even hold open I dodge it. My body slides, nearly falling but I catch my self by throwing my hands down to grip the floor and I get a glimpse of the clock.
One minute left.
Body is creaking every body is making an effort to just stay up for the remaining time. Arms barely being held up, bruised. The beginning of the fight right after he kicked my he rushed in, guns blazing(or arms blazing). For a full thirty seconds(which felt like the whole five minutes) he didn't stop punching. Didn't stop kicking. Try getting me into a lock but I wouldn't go down so he wasn't able to get me into any type of jujitsu lock. Don't even think he took a breath in between any of those punches.
I swing my body in the direction I slipped in and pushed off the ground with my lower body and led with the back of my foot. Trying to preform a makeshift capoeira kick. I throw my leg as high as I can and hit something. His jaw I got a clean hit he's is staggered, stepping back to try and find his balance. I could change this fight around. I can turn it in my favor.
Leading my body up with the kick. Gave enough momentum for me to land straight up. John staggered I rush toward him. Bones creaking louder, blood rushing faster. Time going slower. Body feels like nothing can beat me.
Now an inch away for him hands on his head, trying to grip his mind for any balance. I throw a right hook. It connects. Left jab. It connects. Butterfly kick. It connects. Jab to the mid section. Low kick to his thigh.
For the first time in the fight it's going my way. I'm keep up this momentum. I'm not going to let up.
'This will end when the one minute is up but if I'm getting bruised I'm going to bruise his ass well.'
Left them a right. Right then a left. I'm doing what he did to me in the beginning. I'm throwing punches non-stop. Not breathing in between. I'm sweating hard. Seeing some of my blood on the flooring and sweat. Thankfully more sweat than my blood.
Now I'm starting to see his arms he's getting bruised and battered. He's feeling what I have been for the past four minutes. He's going to continue feeling this way until the timer rings. I look back for a second to look at the clock.
Twenty seconds left.
'Good, I can finish strong.'
I turn my attention back to him. He's gone. No longer in my peripheral vision. I see movement coming from below me, that draws my attention. I look down and see John.
His leg extends, back facing me. His heel bound to hit mine, his body turning to perform a lower kick, known as a sweep kick. He's fast. In a split second I jump to avoid falling and being easy to be put into a lock. Not even a second later he's already up ready to follow up his kick with another.
A sidekick aimed right at me abdomen. I'm in the air unable to counter or block the incoming attack. Within a second my body gets hit with the harder kick I've had ever. I hit the floor on one knee, clutching my stomach, eyes closed as if it making the pain leave faster.
The clock goes off ringing a loud, annoying, obnoxious, sound. Hurting my ears making me drop to my side from my knees.
"Get up Keith, we're done."
John responds as he holds out a hand. He arms bruised and nose just barely bleeding. Yet he still provides me with help this guy really is a saint. Everyday I see why Ms. Rose has him.
I grab his arm. He yanks me up, a swift motion. I land on my face, not having my balance or enough strength to stay up.
He holds me there. I lay on his shoulder for a bit. Knowing he aches, but not as much as me. His arms probably hurt from the barrage I was giving him, but I'm still unable to stand from his attacks.
His Judo gi has some blood. Most from me, some from him. This is weird. I let off of him. Slowly walking backwards. Almost falling three times. Having to adjust my body to the pain and balance myself. John's hand still holding me till I'm fully in balance. Eventually he lets go and I can stand by myself.
The entrance door to the giant gym opens and closes automatically, behind me. John noticed the person to enter first. He stands straight.
"Good morning, Ms. Rose."
I turn toward Ms. Rose direction. Both of us say our morning greeting to each other. After our encounter in the hospital room Ms. Rose has made it an objective to visit me and engage in casual conversation.
We both apologized for our outbursts toward each other. She started our apologies, and I followed shortly after. It wasn't a friendly type of apology, it was more like, "I'm the boss and as the boss I made a mistake of undermining you without seeing your full potential, yet." She said she will use me and that I needed her. Though angry about what she said, I agreed.
"John you done training him? If so, Keith I need you in my office then after we will continue with the experiment. You have a few hours till to have to go into the machine."
She leaves nearly as soon as she came in. John pats my back, and ask the same question again.
"Are you ready to go for the experiment?"
My response:
"As ready as I can be."