Capítulo 2: Chapter 2: The Desperation of Survival
Damon followed the guy, his mind racing with questions. Why had he accepted this offer? He hated fighting.
It went against everything he believed in. But his stomach was growling, and he needed to eat.
Maybe, just maybe, he could win some money and turn his life around. Buy some new clothes, get a haircut, and finally apply for a job.
People always seemed to think that being homeless was a choice, that all someone needed to do was "get a job," and everything would be okay. But it wasn't that simple.
One had to ask themselves, if you owned a business, would you hire a homeless person?
As a homeless person, Damon knew that people looked at him with disgust, like he was less than human.
They didn't see the struggles he faced every day, the constant search for food and shelter. They didn't see the pain and the fear that came with living on the streets.
And they definitely didn't see the desperation that drove him to accept this fight.
As they arrived at the house, the guy was still on his phone, and he led Damon to the back of the house.
Damon saw that the yard was large, very large, and it was grassy, with an octagon cage made of fence gates.
There were some people sitting on benches, chatting. Damon saw a bulky middle-aged man coming straight to him. Well, he was going to the guy that brought him here.
"Joey! You came back soon. Did you finally find him? I mean, the fighter, and who's that guy behind you? Wait, don't tell me he's the fighter," the man pulled the young man away from Damon.
"What are you doing, man? I brought the fighter, like I said," Joey said, annoyed, as he pulled his shoulder away from the man's hold.
The man didn't seem happy; he looked at Damon in a weird way, then back at Joey. "Do you even see what you brought? This guy is like a twig; he also stinks. No one will want to fight with him."
Damon heard all the names they just called him; it didn't affect him. He had heard way worse from his father.
Thinking of his father, his heart raced in fear, then calmed, remembering what happened.
The young man, Joey, walked towards him. "Ayy, man, you can just wait here; we'll call you when it's your turn to fight."
He then turned and went back to the man as they walked off.
Damon was left standing alone, feeling uneasy and out of place. He looked around and saw the others staring at him, their faces filled with a mix of curiosity and disgust.
People began to fill the yard, and after some time, when it was crowded, the guy named Joey went inside the made-up cage.
He screamed, introducing the event with a loud, energetic voice that sent chills down Damon's spine.
The way he did it reminded him of the show his father used to beat him to watch. It was UF... no, was it UFF? No, it was UFA - Ultimate Fighting Association.
The fights began, and Damon noticed the fighters seemed to be wearing fingerless gloves for protection.
He got closer to the fight, people made way for him, and not because of some respectful reason, it was rather his dirty and stinky appearance that made them want to avoid him.
As he approached the cage, the sounds of grunting and punching filled the air. Damon's heart raced with anticipation, his eyes fixed on the fighters.
He noticed the fighters were all wearing similar gloves, their hands wrapped in tape, their eyes fixed on their opponents with a fierce determination.
Damon felt unease as he realized he was about to step into that world.
He watched as the blonde guy threw a powerful right hook at the brunette.
The brunette barely dodged, attempting to push the hand away, but the hook still landed, sending him stumbling back a few steps.
Surprisingly, the blonde guy didn't capitalize on the momentary advantage, instead choosing to close the distance between them.
The brunette quickly regained his composure and launched a flurry of punches, some of which landed squarely on the blonde guy's face.
The blonde guy stumbled back, his eyes widening in surprise, as the brunette continued to press the attack.
In a bizarre display, the brunette threw a wild kick that missed the blonde guy by mere inches.
Undeterred, he followed up with a series of overhand punches, one of which connected with a loud "BANG!" The blonde guy crumpled to the ground, defeated.
The brunette stood triumphant, his arms raised in victory as the crowd erupted in cheers.
Damon felt the electric atmosphere, his heart pounding in his chest. He glanced at the knocked-out blonde guy, then turned to face Joey, who was gesturing for him to enter the cage.
"Ayy, man, it's your turn," Joey said, his voice low and urgent. "Just get in there and do your best... yeah." Damon took a deep breath.
He was next.
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