Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 “GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF” The words came out in a series of yells as I try to push him off. Kicking him should have made him jump and hold his knee in pain, anything of the sort, he really has the nerve to fall on top of me huh? I have a feeling this was on purpose. It was way too smoothly planned out.

I tried standing up back with skills but I could feel a lot of pain in my body. "You have improved a little bit… next time when you see a straight kick like that when you have lost your balance don't attempt a backflip because you won't be able to do it fast to avoid the kick but instead dodged it by moving your body to the side from the kick that will be better because it doesn't require much speed and if your arms are strong, catch the kick with your two hand, let your legs move to the air and make a roll in the mid air moving backward kid.. see you in the next fight if you want one" He replied. "I appreciate the heads-up" I replied standing up as my hurt body was starting to heal and gain

“But if you give me a reason, I won’t hesitate.” Thanos threw his head back and laughed. “You should be on your knees, begging for your life.” I smirked. “I fucking warned you.” Balling my fists, I lunged. The first blow never landed. His punch slammed into my chest, knocking the wind from my lungs, followed by another to my head. The force sent me crashing to the ground, my body slamming into the dirt. Shit. That was embarrassing. But I didn’t stay down. Fighting in the arena had taught me one thing, when you get hit, you get up. Fast. Before your opponent can predict your next move.

My muscles were still throbbing from my fall, and I felt as if the dull drumming of the impact bounced about inside of my skull; how had I managed to fall so hard. But if there was one thing I’d learned about myself over the years, it was that that wasn’t enough to keep me down for long. I dusted off my bottom with a scoff, resisting only barely the urge to smack him across his stupid face again as he watched with blatant amusement. “You really are something else,” I groaned—which had to be like the fourteenth time today alone. He shrugged, that wide grin still on his face. “I guess I’ve just had a lot of practice,” he replied. “You learn a thing or two after you’ve been knocked down as much

She grunts in pain. She tries to get away. She tries to get back to the group. I move to one side to block her. She tries to get past me. She wants to run. I push at her. She pushes me. I push her back. I am stronger. She falls down. She tries to get up. She does. She tries to get past me again. I swing. I hit her with my foot. She goes down. That will teach her. She rolls on the floor holding her stomach.

“I could have taken you down harder. Could’ve twisted wrong. I should’ve—” “You should’ve fallen,” she interrupted. “You did. Gravity works. The important part is that you didn’t tear anything in the process.” He frowned. “That’s not—” “This is rehab,” she said, cutting him off again, a little too quickly. “You fall. You get up. You do it again. It’s not a metaphor. It’s physics and muscle memory.” He studied her for a long beat. “Right,” he said finally. “Just physics.”

“Do something! Please!” And something I do. With a sharp breath, I smack the men holding me back with my shoulders. They tumble backwards. But I know that won’t hold them for long. When one of them regains his balance and charges forward, I kick him in the balls. He shrieks, his eyes sagging out. A punch flung into my face. I sidestep. Whack his chin with my head. He laments, blood spilling from his mouth.

Dante whispered in my ear, “We practiced for this. Remember?” Every time he’d beaten me to the ground on those practice mats at the gym, he’d held out his hand. “Each of these losses prepare you for the one thing you have to learn. Every fall makes you stronger than the one who’s never fallen before. Get back up, face them again, and beat them.”

I remember what Hunji once said ‘the bigger they are, the harder they fall’ One hand reaches out, the other is cocked back into a tight fist. I drop my shoulders and lean back sliding between his wide stance. One claw reaches out and nicks the tendon of his ankle. He falters but doesn’t fall. I jump to my feet before he can turn and slam my bawled fist into an uppercut right between his legs. Tomislav screeches in pain, cupping the balls I just pummeled. Still, he doesn’t fall.

“Yeah, well. Fuck me for caring, I guess.” We kept running until we got around the front of the building. Among the chaos and the insanity, the pain in my back and my wrist grew. I was pissed off at the entire world. For Clint and his bullshit fighting ways. At those boys for whatever the hell they’d been doing on the football field. For that asshole that actually knocked me down. I’d never been knocked down before. Clint makes you weak. Ain’t that the fucking truth.