Fight Club - OTA

[mntlpatientwgun]

After talking with Alice and Macbeth, Jenny decided to check out the fight club, The Underground. As she stepped inside and looked around, a smile began to form, it was perfect. "I'll be able to get rid of the restlessness here." And her need to punch something. It will also help her stay in shape. She signed up for a match then headed toward

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[foulnfair]

Roaming on the other side of the room, unaware she was there, was Macbeth, who, after their conversation, had sought this place out as well. This was his second time here. The first time, he'd taken back to his room bruises and bloodied knuckles, as well as the old, familiar buzz of adrenaline.

So, he was back, called into the ring before Jenny was, wearing a pair of cargo pants he worked in and a tank top. Someone had wrapped his knuckles, but he entered the ring, circling the other man. The rules, yes, certainly, then, when told he could, he surged forward, an almost animalistic ferocity on his face.

[mntlpatientwgun]

Jenny raised her bottle of beer and almost dropped it when she saw who was in the ring. She shouldn't have been surprised but she was and moved to get a closer look at the ring.

He fought street tough and hard. She gave a cheer and settled into a seat by the ring.

[foulnfair]

His opponent was trying to maintain a sense of decorum, of distance. But not Macbeth. He had fought dirty in close quarters in Scotland and he fought that way here, getting an arm around the man's neck in short order.

He was called off that, of course, and he started to circle again.

[mntlpatientwgun]

Jenny watched with interest. She knew that he was from the past, she had to be an idiot if she'd never heard of Macbeth, but she hadn't expected him to be street tough. She was pretty sure that he could hold his own with anyone on the streets of a big city.

[foulnfair]

His Scotland was from her future: there weren't enough guns, bullets; they fought with swords, knives, their hands.

Macbeth got his arm around his opponent's neck again and there was a moment when anyone looking closely enough could see his impulse to twist: to snap the man's neck so quickly and easily.

He let go, stepping back, his hands up, chest heaving with exertion, then he gestured for the man to come at him again. If he wanted to.

[mntlpatientwgun]

Many people might not have seen the desire to snap the neck, but Jenny did. Most likely because she understood they feeling and recognized it in him. When he gestured for his opponent to come after him, Jenny whistled and shouted encouragement like the rest of the bar.

[foulnfair]

The other man rushed at him and Macbeth raised an elbow, hitting him right in the nose and turning away from the spurt of blood that came with the broken nose.

The match was called, Macbeth's hand raised in victory.

That was when he saw Jenny.

[mntlpatientwgun]

When their eyes met and Jenny could tell that he saw her, she smiled and raised her beer bottle in a small salute before finishing it off and setting it on the table.

[foulnfair]

Feeling something like a jolt down his back, he moved out of the ring toward her.

Even though they had talked of this place, he didn't expect to see her there.

[mntlpatientwgun]

Jenny used her foot to kick one of the chairs away from the table so that he could sit if he wanted to join her.

"Nice fight." And she meant that sincerely.

[foulnfair]

Using his forearm to wipe away the sweat (and blood) from his forehead, Macbeth sat down, legs kicked out in front of him. "Are you to fight?" he asked.

[mntlpatientwgun]

"Yep." Jenny held up her number, "I go on after the next bout." She was looking forward to it.

"Does it feel good to let everything down and just fight?"

[foulnfair]

Letting his head fall to each side, working out a kink, Macbeth thought about how to answer. He finally nodded, but said, "I don't know if it's smart," in his heavy brogue. "To let me at others."

He was, he knew, dangerous. He was like an animal.

[mntlpatientwgun]

"Why? They won't let you permanently hurt anyone." It would be bad for business if they did.

[foulnfair]

Would they have stopped him before it was too late? He didn't know. He peeled the tape from his knuckles slowly. "Is this the first time you are fighting?"

[mntlpatientwgun]

"First time here, yeah." Jenny nodded, "figured I'd give it a shot to see how it was."