Barbie Down

The ring smelled of sweat and dirty socks. I walked in with my hands jammed into my pockets and looked around at the crowd of people waiting for the match to start. I made my way to the back of the room and sat in one of the steel folding chairs. I picked at my nails and waited for the match to start. It was hot and sweaty, which was kinda refreshing considering it was almost the end of February .
The noise level slowly began to arise with people yelling and banging their chairs as the referee made is way to the center of the ring. He cleared his throat and grabbed the mic being handed to him. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN COMING IN AT 195 POUNDS AND 6FT3" OUR UNDEFEATED CHAMPION... HARRY STYLES!" The crowd went wild and I joined in watching Harry walk into his corner of the ring, ignorant to his fans cheering for him. But ignorant is bliss isn't it? The ref shushed the crowed and put the mic back up to his mouth.
" AND OUR COMPETITOR WEIGHING IN AT 206 POUNDS AT 5FT11" THE SANDMAN, ANDY SANDERS!" The crowd started booing and throwing scraps of paper at Andy. And I cant say I didn’t enjoy it. The sandman though? for real? But I feel bad for the guy, he doesn't stand a chance. Nobody would. I smirked at the thought. The ref stood in the center and repeated the rules. When he was done, he stood back and when the bell rang the fight began.

The crowed emptied out, after the match, much quicker then you'd think actually, probably for an after party for another one of Harry's undefeated matches. But I stayed. I walked to the other end of the room towards the gym that was normally only open for the boxers, but every once in a while after matches they forget to lock it because the competitor's like to go in and out. I pulled on the handle of the knob. Yes. I smiled at my success and turned on the lights stepping into the gym. It may smell like sweaty man in here…but I love it anyway. I shrugged off the leather jacket I had on and watched it fall to the floor. I wore spandex leggings and my Nike sneakers and plain black t-shirt just in case I was luck enough to sneak into the gym. Which I am. I rolled my neck a few times and stretched out my arms and began towards the punching bags hanging from the ceiling. The only gym with legitimate punching bags and good equipment in town
I put on the blue gloves sitting next to the punching bag and put them on clenching my hands with them. I took a few practice jabs before actually making contact. I threw a few jabs to get warmed up before putting my headphones in a blasting Natalia Kills Problem. I breathed out with every jab and let all the aggression bottled inside me with every right hook. Sweat started beating at my chest and hairline and I slammed everything into the bag that I could. I felt free. My punches started slowing down when I thought I heard a muffled sound through my music. I turned around and ripped my ear buds out. I paled at the sight. "Whoa Whoa Whoa WHO the hell are you? Your not allowed in here!" He yelled from the Boxers entrance. I hesitated for a split second before I quickly ran for my jacket and out the other door to the back ally throwing the gloves off in the process. OH SHIT.
My chest heaved when I reached the drug store and I looked behind me to see if the man was following me. Then it hit me. He It was Styles, way to go, pissing off the champion Monica, now they'll lock the gym for sure now. I checked again if anyone had followed me and decided to hightail it home.

Notes

I KNOW THIS IS CRAPPY BUT IT GETS BETTER. IT GETS SOOOO MUCH BETTER