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will see you out there.”
    Before
I went to get my hands wrapped, I had to go do my weigh-in to make sure I was
on par for the fight. They had a medical table set up around the octagon for
the time being, so I headed over there. There weren't many people there, and I
didn't see my opponent at all yet. It was my turn to head up, and I went on the
scale to get weighed. They marked down that I met my weight for category. They
took a picture of me, and I headed back toward the locker room.
    When
I went inside, Coach waved to me, and I headed over to the back area, where he
had set up some chairs to wrap the fighters’ hands.
    “So
how did the opposing fighters feel about being located in the girls’ locker
room?”
    Robbie
laughed out loud. “Well, hopefully, it fucked with their heads a bit.”
    I
chuckled along with him. I watched as he finished wrapping Craig’s hands and
waved him off. He got up out of the chair, and Joshua sat down. They would be
fighting first, so they needed to get ready before I did. I would be the last
fight of the night.
    “Things
are starting to get busy out there. They are ready to go.”
    “Good,
you can help me start warming up the boys in about 20 minutes, and we will get
them ready for their fights.”
    “Sounds good.”
    He
finished wrapping Joshua, and the guy moved on. Robbie was a genius at wrapping;
he could do a solid, protective job of wrapping knuckles quickly. He was the
best coach I had ever had. I was lucky to have him.
    He
started weaving the cotton wraps over and over on top of each other, until he
made a thick blanket of them. He proceeded to place that tiny blanket over my
knuckles. When he was done, he taped them down. After that, he taped until my
hand was as secure and safe as it could be inside my glove. I would not be
breaking my hands that night. He did the same with the other hand, and I
thanked him.
    “Okay,
Jet, let's get these fighters ready to go.”
     
    Chapter Seven
    Natalie

 
    My
day had gone terribly. I was thoroughly exhausted from working on my writing
project that day. It was more tiring doing a mental project than going to the
gym for an hour. All I wanted to do was relax at home for the evening, but that
wasn't what life had in store for me. No, instead, my wonderful photography
class was meeting at the gymnasium that night for a live project. I couldn't
imagine what it was all about, but either way, I wasn't looking forward to it.
I was finishing a cup of tea at the kitchen table when I pulled out my digital
Canon SLR. I wanted to make sure it was clean and ready to go for the project.
I made sure that there was nothing obstructing the lens, and I blew inside it to
make sure there were no dust particles. I cleaned the front of the lens with
special cleaner, and put the lens cap back on. I had purchased the camera used
at a pawn shop when I started school, and it had been perfect. I had fallen in
love with the images it provided, and it was one of my most prized possessions.
    I
checked to make sure that the battery was fully charged, and that I had an
extra one in my bag, just in case. I doubted I would need it, as I would only
be out for a few hours, but I wanted to be prepared for anything. I finished my
tea and went to get ready to head to the school.
    The
gymnasium was far crazier than I expected; it was no random basketball game
playing that night. It was the big MMA fight that Jet had been preparing for.
To see what a big deal MMA was to the school was a shock to my system. When I
walked in, I saw that they had transformed the gym into an arena for the fights.
I barely recognized it. You would not know the difference between a fight there
and a live UFC event, except for the amount of people we could fit in our gym.
I panicked briefly, because I wasn't sure how I was going to find my class in
all the madness. I could feel the charged energy emanating from the room, and I
could almost smell the bloodlust in the room. It was kind of exciting