EVAN SMITH
"Ah shit you don't say brev." I say over the phone while walking in the streets of London the night is young with neon lights shining across the whole city I am dressed casually in a plane black hoodie, black pants and of course I have the Jordan elevens I purchased a day ago. I am not afraid of these valuable shoes getting robbed because I am well trained and any one who crosses me would wish they were dead. " Calm down man". I say to my coach who is reprimanding me for taking "late night walks". But in reality these "late night walks" was just an excuse for me to skip some training, buy some expensive luxury items I don't need and meet some some beautiful women.
" Chill man." I say trying to calm him down but coach continues to yell angrily at me about how I should act more politely to the media. "Coach the media is full of a bunch of cu."
In the next moment however I see lights flashing at the corner of my eye. I turn my head to see what's going on. My eyes widen in horror at the sight of a truck hurdling straight towards me remembering my training I try to move out of the way but.
"Oh I see so this it huh? fuck I why me I was going to be one of the greatest MMA fighters of all time." As I cry like a child something I had not done in ten years with my body battered and bleeding.
I think to myself about the things I had literally fought and bled for my new super car I had bought with the money I got from my first contract. My sponsors. I roar letting my anger consume me all the money and status I would have obtained all gone just like that. " No I am only 19 and I clawed my way up hear with no help no family orfriends."
Just me and my grit, hard work and determination as my vision fades to black I cant help but feel nothing but bitter hatred for my terrible circumstances. "Born alone died alone." I muter and then every thing went black.
I get up letting out a deep breath looking at the bed I sigh in relief. " And here I though getting a dm from model and getting invited to her hotel late at night and getting hit by a truck while in the side walk was reality fuck no I am no pussy I would not die like that". I say with dark glee I get out of bed and stretch.
My limbs feel of worried for my greatest asset I take of my pj's and look around the unfamiliar room for a mirror. " I finally found you. I say looking at the reflection at the mirror I want to scream all my muscles trained and earned trough a decade of training in kickboxing, jiujitsu, wrestling, aikido and Wing Chun gone all of it was gone. " Fuck after all dedication no this is impossible who did to?" No the better question is where was.
"No calm down you are not in danger be like a tiger dammit you are a predator and you are strong". As I recite this mantra six times my mind finally calms. Then some thing hits me I glance at my reflection my skin is pale and my face is.
"What the fuck". My skin witch had tanned from my years of training in Spain and south America was now pale and my face my bloody damn face looked exactly like a certain fella who died by getting his balls stomped on by Arthur Leywin.
"Why? why? oh why? oh why?" Why was I reincarnated into the body of Lucas fucking Wykes?