The Luna Fighter

Chapter 30 heading to the fighr

Carla’s P.O.V

  The next morning Brandon and I slept in until ten, which was a huge lie in comparison to the previous days when I had to be awake at five and six in the morning. We both got out of bed and showered, washing each other and then drying each other off. We got dressed and I packed a small hold-all bag, with my shorts, sports bra, gloves and the tape to tape my hands, as well as my trainers. There was no need for Brandon to take any clothes with him as we wouldn't be stopping overnight, which I liked because it meant I could come back here and relax after the fight. Brandon and I barely said two words to each other as we got ready and I think it was because I was nervous and he was giving me space, especially after yesterday with what happened with my parents. I put my hair in a ponytail, put some hair spray on and I was done. We walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and right out the front door. When we got outside I was shocked to see that most of the pack was there, cheering for me and wishing me good luck. It was an amazing feeling to have their support, but it also made me a little more nervous because I didn't want to let any of them down by losing. I wanted to win, not only for myself, but for Brandon and the rest of the pack too. I waved and thanked everyone as we got in the car and drove off.

  “So, how are you feeling this morning? Are you ready for this? If you're not ready then we can call the fight off.” Brandon said, breaking the silence between us  and I quickly shook my head.

  “Don't do that, I said I would fight these fights and I am going to do it. I keep my word. So, what time are we supposed to be there?” I asked, wondering what to expect when I got there. Would the fight be in a big cage or ring? Would I have a place to get changed or would I have to get changed in the car? Will there be a referee or some sort of official? 

  “We’re supposed to be there at two in the afternoon, but we need to get there early so that we can sign in and find the locker room. You need to change and warm up, then we have to wait for them to call our name. I’m hoping to get us there at one in the afternoon at the latest, but that is dependent on traffic and finding the place.” Brandon replied and I nodded. He had already answered where I would be getting changed, but that still left me with some questions and the longer we drove the more questions came popping into my head.

  “Alright, well let's get to it then. I’m ready to get this one over with as fast as I can. Peaches thinks she has this in the bag, but if I go down, then I’m going to make sure she won't be looking too pretty afterwards. So, how much did you bet on this and don't say you didn't because I know you did.” I replied and heard him softly chuckle.

  “Yes, I have a bet on this fight. I bet over twenty grand, okay. So I am hoping you win and if you don't it's all good, you can work it out in trade.” Brandon replied, wiggling his eyebrows at me and making me laugh. An hour later we finally made it to Georgia, but then we had to drive another forty five minutes to find the building. It was supposed to be an abandoned building, but apparently they kept it for fights and auctions, which made me cringe as I thought of the auction I was in, but Brandon assured me that it wasnt’ that type of auction. We drove past a really sketchy neighbourhood, where we saw women walking up and down the sidewalks, dressed in anything but lady-like clothes. One woman was dressed in a pair of shorts that were so short they rose up to her butt and it looked like she was wearing just a bra.

  “What kind of place is this? A w***e convention?” I asked, looking out the window, but Brandon just shook his head, laughing at me.

  “No see, the building is right there.” Brandon said and I looked at where he was pointing to. The building was a huge metal warehouse with no windows, but as we pulled up I knew we were in the right place as I saw so many fancy cars parked outside. There were limos, lamborghinis and many more. Brandon parked the car next to a huge black limo and we got out. I grabbed my bag from the back seat and we walked into the building to see that there was a huge line that looked like they were waiting to sign in. Brandon and I joined the line and when we finally got to the front Brandon signed me in and we were given the number of my locker room. We walked down the hall they told us to and looked for the number, finally finding it at the very end of the hall on the right. Brandon opened the door and I walked in, setting my bag on the bench and then sitting down to start getting ready.

  “Alright honey, I’ll be back in a few minutes. You get changed and I’ll be back to help you warm up.” Brandon said, softly kissing me and then left. I took a deep breath before unzipping my bag and getting changed into my fighting gear. I taped my hands up and started to do my warm up just as Brandon walked back into the room. He helped me warm up by holding his hands out for me and I started hitting them, each time imagining Peaches face and everything that I had found out. When we were done warming up I finally took the chance to look around the room, feeling more confident than I did before. There were lockers all around the room, but it also smelled of dirt and sweat, which made me scrunch my nose up.

  “You're going to be called in a few minutes, are you ready?” Brandon asked, but I honestly didn't know. I felt ready, but I also felt nervous as well.

  “I….I just don't know what to expect. I mean will there be a referee or official? What happens if we have a draw? What happens if I lose or win?” I asked, feeling my nerves coming to the surface.

  “There is an official, but he will only be in the ring at the start and end of the fight. There are no draws with these fights and whether you win or lose it doesn't matter. Listen I know you're nervous, I can feel it, but don't worry. You have trained hard for this and I want you to do what you said you were going to do yesterday, focus all of your anger on your parents, both sets and what they did. Focus on Sheryl if it pisses you off, but don't let your emotions get the best of you.” Brandon replied, pulling me into a hug and helping to calm my nerves a little.