Bolleke Vs Mosquito

Fighter profile of Thomas Bolleke by Alika Webb

For those enjoying Man Vs Bee right now, here’s a very familiar blast to the past. In 2022 it’s a man Vs a bee. In 2020 it was GAMMA middleweight champion Thomas Bolleke Vs a mosquito.

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By Alika Webb

“Come on, Mentor,” I whisper, burying my head in my pillow. “You can do it. If we can get this match against Arundel, we will be writing history.”

I let thoughts drift through my mind, hoping that Mentor’s negotiating skills will pay off once again. Hoping that he’ll get the super fight I’ve been craving for so long.

My eyelids like shutters closing down, I enter the night.

A soft buzzing disturbs the silence, it grows louder and louder until it is screaming into my ear. The painfully annoying whining sound of a bloodsucking flying monster that can make even an elephant awake from his slumber with his mighty tusks at the ready.

I jump out of bed like a freaking ninja, fists locked and loaded like a pro boxer.

Pointy ears like a rabbit, I stealthily glide through the darkness. The buzzing sounds fainter but is still there. I wasn’t dreaming, there’s a mosquito in my room!

A stampede to the light switch. The light turns on, the buzzing stops. We got ourselves a missing flying monster. This is a case for detective Bolleke. I got my mind made up, one of us will not make it through the night. This will be a locked-room murder mystery that will not be hard to solve!

An hour long I don’t move an inch, like a tiger lying in wait, ready spring upon my unsuspecting prey. Unfortunately, the buzzing never comes back.

My eyelids growing heavy, I crawl back into bed, turning the lights off.

As soon as the light turns off, the buzzing starts again.

Who needs light when you’ve got the eyes of a tiger? I open my eyes, peering into the darkness. More senses come to live. The buzzing, the breeze of the wind as that little monster brushes by me.

“Let’s do this,” I whisper before shouting my battle cry from the top of my lungs, “THOMAAAAAAS BOLLEKE!”

I take a deep breath. Focused and ready, I listen.

Buzzing near the closet, I don’t hesitate.

CRASH!

My fist smashes through the closet, splinters pierce my skin, ripping my arm to shreds.

A buzzing sound flashes by my ear. I missed!

I rip some wood from my closet with pure adrenaline running through my veins. I grip one big piece of wood and swing it like a club.

The club hits nothing but air. Of course not, I’m swinging in the dark here.

“Let there be light,” I proclaim, rubbing pieces of splintered wood together like a caveman. After a few minutes, fire arises from the remains of my closet, lighting up my room like a cave in the days that dinosaurs still roamed the earth.

I rip another stick of splintered wood from my closet, peering into the shadows.

Movement in the flickering light of the fire. I throw the stick like a Major League pitcher. My throw misses the mosquito by a hair’s breadth. It bounces off the wall and gets thrown back at me like a boomerang.

The stick hits me right on the top of my head. I’m seeing stars, stumbling backwards.

I curse, grabbing the stick and throwing it with rage.

Glass shatters. I just smashed my own window. “Son of a …”

Something warm streams over my face, pausing my thoughts. I touch my face and look at it. “Blood,” I whisper. “My blood? My blood!”

“Where is that little bloodsucking bastard!” I shout, my veins early bursting out of my skin. I smear the blood all over my face like war paint and keep my eyes and ears wide open.

A buzzing sound near the door.

“I got you now!” I whisper, bracing myself.

The mosquito is perched on my door. It’s lounging around, watching me, laughing at me. Well, it won’t be laughing for long.

I can’t just lunge at it, it’s too far away, it will fly away before I have a chance to strike. I glance at my bed, it’s away from the door but it’s close enough that I can jump from it to the door in a single motion. I smile.

I jump on my bed, use it like a springboard and catapult my foot Anthony Pettis-style towards the door.

The mosquito doesn’t stand a chance. On second thought, neither does my door. Oh crap!

CRASH!

I let the events of the night play in my head like a movie as I crawl under my blanket and let the night whisk me away.

***

My phone starts to ring softly.

I open my eyes and exhale softly, the night has been good to me. Fighting and beating the mosquito was a dream, I’m sure of it. It was simply a figment of my imagination, a way of dealing with something that I can’t control, namely getting the super fight against Arundel.

The phone’s ringing intensifies.

 “Mentor!” I shout.

I turn on the light, grab my phone. I pick up. I’m so excited, I’m ready to jump out of bed. I pause, my foot hovering above the floor. I gulp.

Excited words blast through the speakers of my phone but they just go in one ear and out the other. My eyes dance to and fro.

Broken glass litters the floor, my closet is smashed into toothpicks, the remains of a fire still smoldering inside, the walls are painted with blood and a foot-sized hole in the door greets me with a sinister smile.

“Thanks Mentor, you’re the best!” I say, putting my phone down.

Two scenarios run through my mind. Either I’m really fighting Arundel next and my room is destroyed or I’m still sleeping.

I laugh, turning off the lights and covering myself again with my blanket. “Me fighting Arundel? Hahaha. Of course I’m still sleeping.”

Don’t miss GAMMA#855 Bolleke v Arundel. The two highest ranking middleweights in the MMATycoon world collide in a super fight for the ages!

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