I enter the apartment where Stacie and I agree to have our fight. I'm a tad nervous as this is my first debut on the clique board and I knew I needed to win.
Stacie was smaller than me, but I know that she's a vet, and probably knew how to deal with that plus a few other tricks. It would be humiliating to lose my first fight!
I take a deep breath to calm myself. I know I can beat Stacie and I know I could outshine her as well! Taking off my coat and purse, I enter the middle of matted living room. Pulling off my sweatpants, I revel my fighting attire, tight black cotton shorts and slightly loose grey tank top. Brushing out my hair, I stand at 5'10, 143 lbs, 33B-26-35 and I soon began to stretch for the upcoming fight. It was submission/KO and pretty much anything goes as far as I knew. If Stacie suggested some rules, fine, but part of me wouldn't be totally inclined to believe her. With that in mind, I take another deep breath and tried to loosen myself for the fight ahead.
Just stick to what I know, I thought to myself when I hear my phone go off. Looking at the text, I read.
"I'm nearly there Erica, hope you didn't chicken out!" Rolling my eyes, I respond.
"I'm here and you know it!"