"C'mon Toni, I know you can do better than that!" My coach, Dan, yelled.
I swung at the punching bag again and kept going, my punches getting harder as he pushed my patience.
"Don't be such a bitch, Toni." He scoffed.
"Shut the fuck up!" I spat.
"Then train and fight like you mean it, instead of acting like a pussy!" He rounded.
I snuck a heated glance at him before closing my eyes and focusing. I let the anger he caused boil in my veins and used it as fuel to push myself further. I opened me eyes and threw every move imaginable at the practice dummy next to me. I didn't even care that I could get bruises on my legs from the pressure, all I cared about was reaching my goal; not that I ever settled on one.
"That's it, use your emotions to fuel your energy and let it all out." Dan said as he circled around me.
I punched and kicked as hard as I could, pushing myself to be better, repeating what Dan said as motivation.
Use your emotions to fuel your energy and let it all out.
I never accepted anything close to average when it came to fighting. I always had to push and be the best i possibly could, and that wasn't even enough for me sometimes. Dan blew his whistle, calling a stop to my actions.
"What the hell?" I demanded.
"C'mon, you've been training for hours. I'm sure you'll win the fight tonight, don't stress." Dan sighed, before throwing me a towel.
I took my boxing gloves off and used the towel to dry off my neck and chest.
"So, you're telling me that I can't train, in my own gym?" I laughed.
"You know that I'd let you continue if that mess of blonde hair wasn't covered in sweat." Dan laughed.
I scoweled at him and took my hair out of its messy pony tail. As I fixed it I saw Dan fixing his own mess of black hair.
"Look who's talking." I mumbled.
Dan laughed and walked over to me, handing me a water bottle. As I drank I watched him take a deep breath.
"Toni, I know that you have other fights scheduled, but tonight is gonna be your last for a while." Dan said quietly.
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"You've brought too much attention with all the hospital visits you're causing. If you fought legally I wouldn't even bother, but your winning streak is bringing too much attention to the others now."
"So you're just going to what? Ban me from fighting?" I demanded.
"Of course not! This is your gym and you can fight here all you want.... But this under the table fighting has to stop for a while."
"This is retarded! I've been fighting since the day I could stand on two feet. My dad would've wanted me to-
"Your dad would've wanted you to be safe. I promised him I would look after you and this is exactly what I'm doing." I rolled my eyes and turned around to walk into the changing room.
"Now," Dan called, making me stop in my tracks," you can take on all the underground fights you want... But don't expect me to come to the rescue when you get busted." I turned my head towards him, but didn't turn around.
"Or you could stay and fight with the people who fight here and stay out of trouble." Dan continued.
I sighed and faced forwards again.
"Fine," I spat," but don't expect me to go easy on any of the twats that come around here."
I stalked off to the changing rooms and sighed. I had been fighting since I was 7. My dad owned this gym for years, training me to be a fighter like him. I was way too strong for the people in my weight class, so after my dad died I started fighting underground. That's how I made the money to support me and Dan, and pay all the bills that the gym brought on. In my head I knew that no girl was dumb enough to even think about challenging me, no matter what weight class they were in... I guess I'll just have to fight boys- it's not like I won't win either way.
As I grabbed my gym bag from my personal locker, I walked to the sinks and sighed when I saw my reflection. I had semi-dark blonde hair and bright green eyes. My mom had always told me I was too pretty to fight; I obviously never payed attention to her.
I turned on the water and quickly washed my face, throwing a little water onto my head too. After I was all dry, I changed into gray sweatpants and a black tank top.
"Toni!" I heard Dan call.
"What now?!" I called back, as I threw on my sleeveless black hoodie.
"We have guests that want to be trained!" Dan yelled.
I walked out of the changing room and saw Dan leaning against the wall.
"Can't you train them? I gotta fight to rest up for." I whined.
"Listen sweetheart, this is your gym... I just work here to train you." Dan chuckled as he pushed himself off the wall.
I rolled my eyes and turned to walk through the halls, towards the front desk.
"Then what the fuck do I pay you for?" I muttered under my breath.