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Fighting Chance

25 Feb

bus-stop

Amanda was mentally drained and a little irritated from a long day at her internship. As she waited for her bus, all she could think about was getting to her Muay Thai training so she could blow some steam off on the pads. She rolled her eyes as she caught an in-shape, handsome guy trying to pretend he wasn´t looking at her.

Brad was also waiting for the bus after what he thought was another exciting day at his internship. He was also thinking about his Jiu Jitsu training that he was on his way to. He was going over a move in his head when the most beautiful girl caught his eye. Brad was shy so he was avoiding looking at her at all costs.

A few minutes passed and Brad thought to himself, “Hey, you just got your brown belt, you´re kicking ass at the office, have a little self-respect. Be confident! Go over there and talk to her.” He took a deep breath. His feet felt like they were stuck in hot tar and his legs were frozen in plaster. His face was tingling. With great effort he freed himself from his mental mire and took a step towards her.

Amanda thought, “Oh no, he´s coming over here…”

“Hi. I´m Brad” he said to her offering a hand.

Amanda sighed and offered a limp offering of a hand in return, “I´m Amanda.”

“You work in the building?” Brad asked as he pointed back to the 50 story monolith standing behind them.

“Yeah, more like perform indentured servitude” she said, adding, “I intern.”

Brad nervously chuckled, “Yeah? Me too, that´s…”

Just then a lanky guy in a hooded sweatshirt appeared. His eyes weren´t quite looking at anyone or anything, it was more like they were looking out of, or into, a perverted void. He brandished a knife and muttered barely audible nonsense.

Brad and Amanda stood up off the bench and the assailant sliced at the air between them. He demanded they remain seated.

Brad saw an opportunity to act when the attacker had the knife in the hand furthest from them. He dove on the man´s lead leg and snapped him to the ground with lightning speed. He was shocked by the drug induced strength that the bean pole shaped man was able to produce.

He wrapped up the man´s legs and started to improve his position, pinning the man´s hips when he felt a searing pain in his shoulder. The man was cursing as he tried to free his knife from Brad´s flesh.

Amanda, having never for a second thought about retreating, was looking for her shot. Brad lost his grip due to the burning pain and the man was trying to get to his feet. With one hand still on the ground, the man was almost up. Amanda threw her hips into a kick that delivered a shin that all but caved the man´s exposed face in. He was immediately out.

Someone must have seen the tussle from afar and alerted the cops because they rolled up right on cue. Although he was in severe pain, Brad´s life was not at risk. The knife was still stuck in his shoulder though.

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Amanda finished giving her statement to the police and went over to Brad who was being attended to by paramedics. “That was some takedown” she said.

“Thanks” Brad chuckled, pretending that laughing didn´t hurt. “You know, you kicked a down opponent, his hand was clearly down on the ground” he smiled.

Amanda jokingly rolled her eyes, “Yeah? Disqualify me”

“I´ll just give you a warning” Brad played back. “Maybe we can train sometime? I mean, together?”

“Well, I think it´ll be a while before you are training again” she said as she pointed to the shoulder being attended to. “Let´s get dinner sometime before that, I don´t want to wait that long”

Brad´s face lit up “I´d love that”

“We´re definitely driving, though” Amanda said.