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Brothers
August 27, 2010
“Alright, petit frère,” he said as we stood in our backyard, our feet on the grass. “I want you to have a practice first, so punch these as fast and swift as you can. Don’t tire yourself out.”
He held up the two punching mitts. It was black on the front and back with red stripes in between it. I hauled up my hands into a semi-crouched position and gave the mitts a left jab then a right. He slowly stepped back. “Duck.” He warned and threw a left hook at me. I crouched with haste and before I stood up.
“Uppercut.” He commanded, placing his right mitt sideways. I did what he said and curved my hand as it bashed the mitt.
“Bon, now let’s try that again—go.”
I tried it again before he gave out new orders. “Now a hook—go.”
I swung my arm at him with full force, he pompously blocked it.
“Wait a second.” He stopped. My brother walked toward me and said, “We’re going to do a 360 backhand.”
He positioned me, my right leg front and left leg back. Both stood on the same line. He paced behind me and directed, “I want you to turn and hit me with your best shot.”
I took a deep breath and waited for the right moment. Hoisting up my arms, I made a sharp turn and slammed my backhand on the mitt. That really hurts. I bit my lips, trying to get the pain away from my hand.
“That was a great hit—again.”
The pain got worse as I did the 360 backhand again. And by the time I did it three times, I paused and took off my boxing gloves. My knuckles and backhand was glowing red. He took his punching mitts off and ended the session. “We’re done for today.”
January 16, 2017
I forced my heavy eyelids open and looked at my keyboard. My fingers were on it. What was I doing again? My head bobbed its way up to the screen.
“Oh! That’s right; I was supposed to send my brother a letter!”
I wobbled my head and resumed writing. After various thoughts and rejected ideas, I finally gave up and decided to make a voice mail instead.
“Hey Charlie, how have you been doing? It’s been two years since I moved, you probably moved somewhere too. I probably don’t have to tell you about my MMA career since I am on almost every single magazine and television. I have a vacation next week so I was hoping if I can get your address. We haven’t seen each other face to face during these two years. I thought that we could have a little bit of chatting on how it’s going. Uhh… I think that’s all I have to say for now. Please reply and hope to see you soon!”
I waited for the voicemail to finish sending and looked at my phone: 2:24 A.M. I left my chair and head to the bathroom. I glanced at the mirror; there were bags under my eyes.
“I really need some sleep.” I yawned, pinched the middle of my eyebrows, and left the square paneled bathroom. I laid on my red mattress and looked at the ceiling. It was decorated with the darkest color and glimmering green stars. I had grown to love staring at stars as I am now one of them. Although people consider me rich, I preferred not to buy myself a château. Unlike others, I kept my brother’s word.
“Petit frère—my little brother—if you ever one become riche, there is one thing you must prevail. Never sell your soul to the devil.”
My hand appeared on my vision as I smiled. I kept my promise frère. I closed my eyes, grinning, and trying to go to sleep.
August 28, 2010
“Okay, let’s resume what we did yesterday.” He put on his head gear and punching mitts. “I want you to show me what you learn.”
I breathed in and out slowly as I focus on the mitts. Left jab, right, right hook. Without warning, he tossed a left hook at me. I didn’t react quickly enough, he punched me in the face and I fell down onto the grass.
“Désolé, but you did well; let me go get my gloves.” He took off his mitts and armed himself with his boxing gloves. Charlie grinned at me as he began, “We’re going to spar for real now so don’t hold back just because I’m your brother.”
We stood in front of each other as we gazed face to face. Neither of us moved, waiting for the right moment. And when the time was right, Charlie swiftly moved left to right as he jogged toward me. I pounced back, trying to get my defense. He suddenly stopped, pressed the grass with his hind leg and pounced at me. Shifting back, I blocked his jab. His attack was followed by a hook. I ducked, only to be greeted by his knee.
“Dodging an opponent’s attack is never the best choice, to damage an enemy; you must take their pain and transfer it back to them.” He cited as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up. My head was starting to feel heavy. At this point, tears were forcing itself out of my eyes. He placed his palm on my forehead and pressed as hard as he can.
“I know you can do better than that, show me your style, petit frère.” He took three large steps and turned around. “I want you to use your own fighting skill not just the one I taught you.” He smirked at me.
Geh! He knows about my grappling skills. I frowned and wobbled my head. Pinching my own cheek to divert the pain, I decided to change into a position I found more at ease. My right hand up in front of my eye and my left below my chin. I was constantly tightening my grip and releasing it. Once again, Charlie charged at me with the same plan. Not making the same mistake as before, I blocked his hook and with my palm, I pushed him. He tried to balance himself but I did not wait. Sneaking behind him, I wrapped my arm around the nape of his neck. My main hand formed a fist and using my other hand, I pressed it against myself. Charlie clutched my forearm and tried to force himself out. I resisted with all my might. I could feel my brother’s neck getting hotter and hi head getting redder. I slowly began to lose my grip; his sweats were making it difficult to keep it right. My arm would gradually let loose. I stepped back and looked at my red headed brother as he choked on himself. “Okay, let’s end this session.”
January 23, 2017
I gazed at the paper as I looked at the glossy wine door. I landed myself on the steps and proceeded toward the door. I took a heavy breath and rang the bell. The door opened and came a shave headed man. He looked at me and smiled. “Petit frère, how are you?”
“I’m fine Charlie.”
“Come inside, petit frère.” He invited me in. The inside was a modern style house, nothing special to me. The outside was plain and a bore to look at. The only things that was eye catching was the door that smells like fine wine and that fancy plasma television he had.
“I see that you’ve become famous.”
“Yeah, but I still kept my promise.”
“Good.”
We sat on the green couch as his wife, Anna, came from the kitchen and offered us tea.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Petit frère, let us have a friendly match.” He suddenly decided.
“Huh? Why?”
“For old time sake… and besides, I want to see how much you’ve improved over the years.”
I agreed as he called for his wife. She brought boxing gloves and head gears and gave it to us. We walked out to the backyard, old memories seemed to reemerge. I sniff the fresh air and asked, “Charlie, I have a match tomorrow, can you come and watch?”
He grinned at me and answered, “Only if you beat me.”
I slammed my fists together and got ready. We waited… and at the same time, we both charged and pounded each other in the face.
January 24, 2017
I place my mouth guard on and my boxing gloves ready. I was dressed in a black boxer shorts and overall robes. I sighed and stood up; I went out of the waiting room and head on to the ring.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen! To the Universal Fighting Realm, today, our leading challenger is finally going to fight again our champion, Ricky!”
The crowds boomed as I step on to the ring. Ricky smirked at me and silently said, “You’re going down, enfant.”
I sighed and studied him. He specializes in boxing and is a slugger; he gives out a powerful blow to his opponent so I need to dodge those deadly punches if I want to survive for at least three minutes. My eyes scanned the building, searching for Charlie. Where is he? I lightly hit my forehead and focused on Ricky.
“Ready, go!” the referee started the match.
Ricky began to make his rhythms while I was searching the room, my fists up but my guard down. Where is he? I continued to look for Charlie as Ricky rushed in for an attack. Noticing, I tried to defend it but failed. He gave me a powerful blow that blasted me to the end of the ring. Ricky shifted his way to me and grabbed my neck and pulled me to the middle of the ring. I balanced myself and as I turned back to Ricky, he delivered a over cut on me. His gloves smash my face, causing my nose to bleed. I fell onto the ground as the referee came by me and began to count.
“Ten… nine…”
Come on… get up. I struggled to rise up. Fighting against myself, I firmly laid my right arm on the ground and pushed my way up.
“Time out!” my coach suddenly interrupted. I walked to my corner and took out my mouth guard off. The helpers poured water on me and feeling refreshed, the coach yelled, “What are you doing? Focus!”
He’s right, I need to focus… this is an important match for me. The bell rang when I stood up and proceed to the center. No matter how many times I tried to keep focus, my eyes would divert itself from Ricky and into the crowds. Even a little bit of hope would take away my focus, a hope that my brother is here.
“Begin!”
Ricky did not hesitate, he knew that I’m not in the game, he was taking advantages. He jabbed me in the stomach five times and switched to my chest. Ignoring the pain, I remained concentrated on finding him. Ricky smirked when he pulled his hand back and released it upon my face. My feet departed from the ground as my head readied itself to be first to land. And in that moment, I looked to my right and saw a familiar figure. It was Charlie… my head slammed onto the ground and I got up without any hesitation at all. I gazed at Charlie, who looked irritated; he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows.
“I thought you were the one who was supposed to win!” He shouted at me. I sighed and grinned. He’s here, now I can finally focus on the match. I turned around to Ricky and altered my form to my original. He looked at me, surprised, but went in for the assault. On that moment, I could feel things beginning to go slow… remarks of my brother began to direct me.
“Duck.”
Ricky flung a straight at me as I hastily evade.
“Uppercut.”
I slowly twisted my forearm sideways as I aimed for his chest with an uppercut. Ricky sprung back, giving out heavy breathes.
“Hook.”
Running toward him, I tossed my hand in a circular motion. My fist jammed against his head, his legs then crossed with each other as it got tangled. Ricky fell, face first, the referee rushed to Ricky and began the countdown.
“Eight… seven... six...”
I gave out a slow breath and turned around and closed my eyes. I could hear people’s excitement as they cheered when Ricky stood up. The stomping sounds made it clear that he was tearing his way toward me.
“360 backhand.”
Grasping my grip and with full strength, I immediately rotated and bashed my hand to Ricky’s cheek. Ricky fell down and once again, the referee counted down.
“Five… four… three… two… one…!” he stood up and grabbed my hand and raised it up. “We have a new champion!”
The crowds were mixed with applause and hisses. I looked around the crowds and finally focus on Charlie. He looked displeased at first, but then he slowly lifted up his hands and clapped. And with a smile, he congratulated me. “Good job… Roal.”
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If you haven't notice the main character's name and mine, well... the character was based on myself :]
This is a fiction I wrote about my brother's MMA influence on me. Brotherly love <3
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