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Monday, January 27, 2014
Chapter 1: First Big Fight
INTRODUCTION
One of my dreams is to write a story. a story that means something. a story that makes people addicted with the story i write and get so attach to it. Sadly, my English is not good enough to become a writer, therefore i ditched this dream long time ago. Until then, my conscience told me to give it a shot and this what he said.
"Why should you bother so much about your English. a simple English will do. At least people will understand what you are trying to convey. Don't worry, there's always a room for improvement. So, write now, learn your mistake and improve. you can do it"
Upon listening to what my conscience had said and with the support of my friends as well, i finally began to write.
This is based on true story. the people i wrote about are real except for their names, and to whatever incidents were written here are real as well. Only locals able to understand to the certain incidents happened and the people i wrote about. therefore, i shall call this story "Nobody"
CHAPTER 1"FIRST BIG FIGHT"
"Riiiiiiing!" the school bell rang loudly. the only sound which every student would die for. the only sound which make every student turns into monkeys and make school like a zoo. it was recess time. a time for students to have their freedom back, a break from all the craps they have to learn in class and a time for students to fill their hungry stomachs like ghouls hunger for fresh meats.
All students were busy packing their books back into their bags, ignoring the instructions and orders from the teachers, and rushed out from their classrooms. the students were incontrollable, stressing their teachers and leaving them with no choice but to make their move as well.
The hungry ones will always be the first to rush out and made a run to the canteen. the girls would came in groups, walking elegantly while gossiping about the girls whom they opposed of. the boys would take longer routes to the canteen as they want to go around looking for girls from other classes and flirt. then comes, the seniors, whom every junior envy of and give their utmost respect to them, making their move to the canteen full of swagger as though they rule the whole school and everyone was under their manipulation.
One of the seniors, was me. I am Aubrey, they called me "Brey" in short. Me and my clan made our move to the canteen, making noises, bullying the young ones when we see one, singing loudly and pretending to be good students when we come across a teacher, especially our discipline master.
With all that fun while on our way to the canteen, finally we had reached our main destination; the canteen. everyone stopped everything they did at that moment and putting their attention on us as though we are some celebrities walking on the red carpet. friends from the other classes came to us, giving handshakes. the young ones gave up their queue and let us cut in so we could take our orders. the girls, they never like us. they see us as bullies. that was the only flop we had.
"Auntie, gimme a bowl of rice, black pepper chicken and long beans.." made my order while wiggling my index finger in the coin pocket of my wallet, searching for pennies. "How much?" still searching for pennies as though my wallet preventing me from spending "$3..." handing the money over, took my plate, made my move from the stall and at the same time looking out for my clan to where they sit. Few of my clan members already had their orders, waiting at the table for the some who were still taking their orders, before they could start eating. That's the rule of my clan; no one is allow to eat until every one of us is present at the table, then everyone can start eating.
"Done!" in short minutes, I had gobbled down my food, leaving no traces of remaining on my plate, and had done with my meal. I will always be the first to finish my meal before anybody. my clan called me "Vacuum" because of it. i will always be the last to order my food but the first to finish off my meal. no one can beats me in this.
"Take that shit-head!" one of us threw a chicken bone to one of the juniors, sitting few tables away from us. the one that threw it, the name is Ariel. he's one craziest motherfucker in this school. everyone in this school knows him, everyone fucking respect him despite his small body size. not a single boy in this filthy school dares to pick a fight on him; even the seniors. well, including myself. back then, I used to spare with him but sadly i lost the match. his hands were fast as a bullet train. before you knew what hits you, his hand got you by the face. that's how he is. no one fucks with this little kid. he's a gangster- a fearless known fighters- whom anyone shouldn't be fucking with.
"Hahaha... you too, shit- head!" another one of us threw a chicken bone to another junior, and he is Antonio. another motherfucker in this school but not as famous as Ariel though. Antonio has the look like a decent guy who wear spectacles and would squeeze his brain out for maths problem but no, like, the famous proverb ever quoted, "looks can be deceiving". yes, his look alone deceived anybody in this school. this guy right here, is a fighter- a gangster. He had joined a local famous gang long time ago and not one knows about it, neither of our clan and his other friends knew except me. well, this guy is full of secrets. Lucky to say, that i know most of his secrets and personal problems because I was very closed to him. he trusted me much that he knew i would kept his secrets that he doesnt have to warn or remind me to keep his secrets. In exchange, he promised me to protect and took good care of me from all the troubles i would face in school. that's his words and i marked those wisely. he's a man of respect. no one should under estimate this big guy- no one.
"Eh ciao ah..." a wannabe leader in the clan, ordered us to make a move from the canteen. i hate this guy- fucking hate him so much. he is bossy and would always think he was the leader in the group. he always ordered us to do things for him. only few would listen and obey, and only some would ignored him and followed their own ways. throughout the many years we had been in the same class, he always the mastermind behind everything the clan did. back then, as many times, he was the mastermind to outkast me during our year 1 to 3. he would brainwashed the rest not to keep a close distant with me- at all cost. He would also outkast those who try to keep a close distant with me. He would remind the rest the attitude i always give them. this guy, this guy is just one fat son of a bitch. he never liked me- never. one of the reason he had much grudge on me was that i was always far greater than him in everything- be it in education, financial wise, talent, and almost everything. He just cannot keep up with me in anything. he's just a piece of crap. i never trust this bumpkin, and never like this fat fucking pumpkin. his name is Bobby.
Having our last sips of our drink, we threw our empty cup onto our plates, heaved up, walking briskly towards the plates bin, placing our plates in and made our move to the checkers area which is near the school main entrance. yes, the checkers area, we played fucking checkers- just like the oldies, gather in a big group and slack at the hawker center with countless glasses of coffee, sometime beers, on their tables, playing checkers all day and night, without having the thought for their wives and kids at home. except for us, we don't have glasses of coffees and beers on the table, and also we don't have a wife and kids to care for. To us, checkers is like a sport- our sport. unlike those jockies who physically trained pathetically hard for their rugby competition in the upcoming days, we trained our brains and test our IQs for the next puzzles in life we need to solve. checkers, make us think- think as quickly as we could- it's like a bomb squad, stressing and sweating profusely and gleamed onto faces, trying to defuse the right wire of a time bomb. one mistake, it could leads you to death. same goes with checkers. you need a motherfucking plan before you move. make one wrong step, your opponent will take the advantage of it and eat away your seeds.
"Riiiiiing!" the same sound as the first, but this time, the second is the only sound which everyone hate it so much. the sound that tells every student, that it's time for you to drag your lazy ass back to classroom and learn nothing but bullshits in the textbooks. We packed our checker's seeds back into the box and made our move to our classroom.
"Ok class... today we going to learn Algebra.." Maths- Motherfucking Assholes Topic Horribly Stupid. no one in this school ever love Maths except for the nerdy ones. it takes ages for the students to understand just a single shit out of it, especially Algebra. no one understands how X appear in a sudden, disappear after that and we have to find that motherfucking X again. Then, comes the Y haunting every student's mind with a question "Why?" if Al- jebr, the creator of Algebra, was still alive in today's century, he would be the worse enemy of all students in this motherfucking universe- i swear. he would have die with millions of footsteps on his face done by students- or maybe with his body parts tear apart, leaving his fleshes in the cage full of hungry carnivores, worse to go, maybe cannibals. like who the hell would love Maths? no one does- so as the creator. Maths are purely bullshits.
"Riiiiing!" after two fucking hours squeezing my brain out for Maths, finally ended. the school bell rang for the third time. the one and only sound which make every student smile like a shape of a banana- so upwardly curve and wide. the only sound which every student expecting it more than the first one. the sound that enough to make a school from zoo to a place which hit by a big catastrophe with people shouting for their lives. the sound is the only sound to tell every student, it's time to say "fuck you school and everybody here". it's the end of school day. every student panicking and packing their bags, ignoring their teachers' instructions and rushed out from their classrooms. Me? i packed it with a swagger- same goes with my clan. putting everything into our bags gently with no rush. we even had the time to check upon our hair in the mirror of a projector which placed at the back of the class and sprayed sprinkles of cologne onto our uniforms.
"BANG... BANG!! take that shit, you bitch!" everyone in my class were kicking their chairs to one another while making their way out from class. having fun despite getting hurt with the metal bars of the chair landed on each knees with impact, yet none complaining- until one of us got hit hard and you know shit's going to happen. I kicked my chair too hard that it hit this fat guy on the knee.
"FUCK YOU!!!" that guy scowled and bellowed as though i broke his knee cap or something.
this guy's just one sensitive fat pussy guy in the class. his name is Ng. I never like him. He's a sensitive guy but he acted as though he's a big guy in the class but when someone physically and mentally attacks him, he would pissed the shit out of him and maybe could turn himself to Hulk. His face turned red like a pussy covered with blood during menstruation and his fist clenched so tight like a virgin pussy, waiting for a hard dick to drill the virginity of out it. i knew he would come to me and give a blow of his hard pussy fist to me but before he could do, some of my classmates already stopped him.
"HA HA AIRPORK!" i chortled.
Everyone called him 'Airpork' because he's burly like a pig- Airpork is a rice brand with the logo represents a pig with a cape, acting like a superman- and that enough to piss him off. the only name he couldn't take it in his fucking life. no one should ever call him that name or he would turn from pig to a motherfucking wild boar rushing towards you with the sharp horns pointing at you. His mind went haywired, he breathed as though a crazy bull waiting to charge at someone wearing something red, his shoulder went up and down like the pistons in the piston engine- he was fucking mad.
"COME ONE ON ONE WITH ME OUTSIDE SCHOOL!!!" he bellowed again. so i smirked and accepted his offer.
My classmates were so excited for the sparring match that going to happen, that everyone, including the girls, rushed out from class and then school, and went to the nearest housing estate- in Singapore, we called it, HDB block. HDB block- the top level especially, is a place for all rascals to do their dirty stuffs. a place for hooligans to have a sparring match in the day and for penniless couples to have sex in the night. the place is like a multi- purpose hall. you can do anything you like with less eye witnesses.
Ng took the lift with his group first then my turn with my clan, and lastly the girls. "make sure make him knockout.." a motivation from both Ariel and Antonio as though they were like my boxing coach giving tips and advice on how to knockout an opponent while i got myself prepared like any boxer does in the locker room- somewhat it made me feel like I am Muhd Ali waiting at the back of an arena to start the sparring match at that moment.
While waiting to reach the top level, i felt tensed and nervous. it was a long time i had a sparring match, especially with my opponent twice my size. anytime and anywhere i could get knock out before i could blow a punch on him. All these negative thoughts haunting my mind and nearly demotivated myself.
"TING!" the lift doors slide opened with the sun glared at me through the corridor as though I make my appearance to the ring, with cameras continuously flashing and thousand eyes staring at you.
I stepped aside, took my uniform off and my valuables i had with me and put them inside my bag and then entered the ring. Ng already prepared, waiting for the referee to give a sign to start.
Ariel reminded the basic rules we had to obey before he gave us a go. "No punches on the face... just squarebox" squarebox is the legitimate rule in every sparring match- more or less a tradition. Basically, squarebox is a sparring match whereby the fighters are allow to throw their punches anywhere else of their opponent body parts except for the face. To us, face means our dignity. No one is allow to touch our dignity. If any fighter breaks the rule or the tradition, he has to face the consequences- harsh consequences.
"You guys ready?" Ariel took a cigarette from his metal box and lit it; the cigarette represents a timer. once a cigarette has lit, the fight starts and when the fire stops burning near the cigarette bud, the fight has to stop. that's the basic rule of a sparring match. well it depends, if one of the fighter unsatisfied, he can request for one more cigarette to be light.
"ARRRGH!" Ng bellowed while dashing towards me in rage, with his fist clenched. the fight had started.
Dodging away his punch and made a comeback with a light punched to his chest. Ng staggered back. He stomped his feet to prevent him to slump, then he dashed towards me again filled with anger, as though i had killed his family before.
One tip; a true fighter will always calm himself and learn his opponent's every moves. never let your emotion exposes as that will make you vulnerable and perish. Well, Ng did. He exposed all his emotion which he kept inside for so long and that what made his downfall.
"ERGH!" dodging his heavy punch for the second time and threw mine straight to his chest again. this time round, he flung back. I took this opportunity to counter-attack. i threw endless punches to both his stomach and chest till i felt so weak to throw another. Ng was jammed, a sign of anguish painted on face, after receiving few heavy blows on the stomach.
"STOP! NO COWBOY!" Ariel warned me.
When a fighter throws endless punches onto his opponent, we call it "cowboy". Punches like that are prohibited in any sparring match. this is also one of the rule and tradition. You might get disqualified if you throw 'cowboy' punches after a warning given. Which guy would risk himself getting disqualify? boys are ego. to win a fight is like to protect your dignity. to get disqualify is like losing the fight. therefore i stopped and took a step backward.
My hands were trembling and weak. Almost all my energy was used after I had exerted greater force onto Ng's stomach. Ng as well, looking exhausted and in pain- his body drooped with his right hand on the wall and his left on his knee, panting like a bulldog.
"Come on Brey, you can make it!" the girls cheering for me from the top stairs as though they are my fans and i am a hot shot whom they admire of. honestly, i never knew girls would love to see a sparring match- never in my whole life up until now.
"How... long.. more..." while gasping for air, i asked Ariel about the cigarette timer.
Ariel, is a dirty bastard especially when he takes the role as a referee in any sparring match. He just loves to watch people fight and hurting each other. He would extend the cigarette timer just to watch longer period of sparring. He's an assholes in this- motherfucking asshole.
Ariel took out one more cigarette and lit. Both me and Ng had no choice but to carry on fighting because that's one of the rule as well.
"GRRARGH!" the monster had awakened within Ng. He jolted forward with the help of his right hand on the wall and dashed towards me. This time round, he made it. A heavy punch jabbed on my chest. I shuffled back as though there were no friction force acting on the floor. I tripped and slumped onto the floor.
"Rise up, brey! rise up!" my clan members -!: the girls, cheering as though they putting their bets on me and not wanting me to lose so they could win some bets.
With my strong ego to protect my dignity, to show the girls i am strong, i heaved up like a battered Ultraman rises up. This time round, a dragon within me unleashed. The energy i used earlier was restored and replenished, and my fist were hardened as steel. I came towards Ng slowly and gave my first blow onto his chest. Then, the second one, the third one and so on until Ng decided to raise a white flag. He surrendered while hovering and kneeling on the floor like a slave begging for mercy upon the King.
"YAY!" my clan and the girls cheered with victory.
I won.
The feeling of winning this match was like i won a Heavyweight title against Muhd Ali. I didnt expect i would win over someone twice as burly as me- never. This was my first big fight. such a tough one.
"good job bro" my whole clan praised and patted on my back except for Bobby. He standing down there, looking envious. Deep inside, i know, he never wanted me to win this sparring match. To him, if i win this match, it makes another plus point to me for i am still greater than him.
"Oi!" as i about to put back my shirt on and continued to celebrate with my lads, a house owner from the opposite block witnessed almost everything we did and shouted at us to stop. Everyone panicked and scurried down the stairs.
That moment was the best. That moment is the only moment i felt special with everyone by my side, giving hope to pursue my dream. That moment made me special in something. That moment was the moment i was one step closer to becoming a fighter- a famous fighter, where every student in my school will acknowledge and respect me one day. As days go by, i wish to become a fighter who would rule the school and lead the rascals one day. Until that day, my story begins...
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