I fought savagely, the cheers of the crowd fuelling the monster in me as blood spilled and pain blossomed and I swung my fists as hard and as fast as I could.
Finally, Travis stumbled and I managed to aim a solid punch to his face, flooring him instantly.
Grant paled as he realised it was down to me and him and I snarled like a beast as I ran at him, taking him to the floor and punching, punching, punching until someone was dragging me off of him.
I smirked up at Blake through the blood coating my face and he released a laugh.
“You look like a fucking butcher,” he joked. “And half the girls here look like they wanna jump you for it. You could probably start an orgy if you’re in the mood.”
I laughed as I moved away from my opponents who were groaning and calling me an animal beneath their breath and found Tatum waiting at the side of the ring with a beer in her hand for me.
“Maybe you should fight them with your hands tied behind your back,” she teased as I accepted the beer from her and poured it between my lips. “Then they might stand a chance.”
“Alright,” I agreed.
“What?”
“Who’s got a rope or something I can tie my wrists with?” I yelled loud enough for the people surrounding us to hear.
The Unspeakables scattered to hunt down what I needed and Tatum looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind.
“I was joking,” she said.
“I never joke about fighting,” I promised her.
“Do you ever fight for something you care about?” she asked and I paused as I considered that.
“Well, I don’t care about anything, so I’ve never had the opportunity.”
“That might just be the saddest thing I’ve ever heard,” she murmured and I frowned at her as I swiped some blood from the side of my face.
“You’re the one who called it, baby, I’m all empty inside.” I shrugged off her pitying look and turned my back on her as Pigs raced towards me with a bit of old rope.
Blake snatched it from him with a wild grin and bound my wrists tightly behind my back as I moved to stand in the centre of the ring again.
All of a sudden there were way more volunteers to take me on and I grinned challengingly as the crowd booed and cheered for the contenders they wanted to see fight me.
I wasn’t surprised when they picked the biggest fucker out of the lot and Gerald Holt strutted forward to take me on.
Blake laughed as he moved back out of the ring, slinging an arm around Tatum’s shoulders as she looked at me like I was a fucking dipshit and I gave her a taunting grin just to rile her up more.
Gerald pranced up to me with his chest puffed out like an idiot. He was pretty stacked but I’d heard more than a few rumours that he was hooked on steroids, so I was guessing his punch didn’t pack much force.
“Are you sure you want me to kick your ass while you’re all tied up like that, Roscoe?” he asked, moving to stand before me as we waited for the signal to start.
“I want you to try and then take a kicking like a good girl and live with the shame of knowing I beat you without even using my hands,” I replied evenly.
“Fight!” Pearl yelled and his fist slammed into my face a moment later.
I’d been expecting it and I rolled with it, stumbling away with the motion and managing to stay upright as he came at me again and again. Besides, my guess about his strength had been spot on and I was willing to bet his knuckles ached from the impact of that blow more than my jaw did.
I ducked and weaved, avoiding a lot of his punches purely because he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and was swinging his arms so damn wide that I saw his attacks coming a mile off.
Eventually, he managed to catch me with an uppercut that unbalanced me enough to knock me off of my feet and the crowd cheered as I hit the ground and he leapt on top of me.
I grunted as my wrists were crushed beneath my spine and his solid weight only added to the discomfort. But this was what I’d been waiting for and the moment he leaned in close to strike at me, I slammed my forehead into the bridge of his nose. The crack that followed sounded like a gunshot and the crowd screamed and howled in excitement as he fell back, clutching his face as blood pissed from his nose.
I leapt upright in seconds, swinging my boot straight into his side and knocking him over as he cried out in pain.
I kicked him again and again and again as my ears rang with the sound of my pulse pounding and my blood heated with the thrill of bloodshed.
Gerald cursed and cried out as he was forced to curl in on himself, unable to rise as I kicked him back down every time he tried.
A manic kind of laughter spilled from my lips and Pearl shouted out to announce my victory before I was even close to done.
I kicked him once more for luck and grinned as I strode away from him to join Blake and our girl.
“You fucking savage,” Blake laughed. “I’m going to hunt us down some more drinks.”
I smirked at him as he headed away then gave Tatum my full attention as I felt her eyes on me.
“Why do you always hit them again after you’ve won?” Tatum asked, her lips pursing like
