“Who the fuck is this Bishop bitch and why does he want to fight Ember so bad?” Adri asks as she shifts in her seat.
“Better yet, who is she coming out as tonight?” Emmett asks.
“Bishop was the guy she fought the night her mother was killed.” I answer Adri, then turn to Emmett. “I think she’s Blur.”
The crowd around us is buzzing with excitement as they ride the high from the last fight that’s left the mat in the cage splattered with blood. Adri looks nervous as she clutches Travis’ hand to my left and Emmett is sitting beside Marlana to my right. Usually he is with Carm to walk Em to the cage but tonight she requested just Carm so they could have a little chat.
I’m not sure what they’re talking about but I can imagine it’s to do with Marlana and Carm’s obvious interest in her.
The lights dim and the crowd roars.
“Tonight we are being graced by our favourite fighter.” The MC yells into the mic. Bodies plays over the speakers and the noise becomes deafening. “Blur!”
I watch as Carm and Trent escort her down to the cage. Her face is a mask of indifference and the hoodie she wears rides low on her brow. I love her like this, tough and confident, so sure of what she’s capable of.
Once she’s in the cage, she whips off her hoodie revealing her Nike sports bra and short shorts. Her hair is braided into two Dutch braids and her body looks toned and cut. She begins to shake out her limbs and smiles slightly when the crowd begins to chant her name.
“It’s a double feature tonight folks.” The MC cuts through the music. “Some of you will recognize this next fighter. The Bishop!”
I watch as a hulk of a man struts down the center aisle and stops in front of the cage. He looks up at Em and fucking breaks out into the widest smile. Great, he’s psychotic. My girl’s psychotic ass gives him one right back and motions him with her fingers to get in the cage.
“She looks like a psychopath.” Marlana mutters.
“She is.” Emmett answers. “She fucking murdered your mother, remember?”
Sometimes the kid has no emotional thought and in this instance I find it funny as hell.
“Fuck you.” Marlana snaps.
I watch as The Bishop gets into the cage and holds his fist out to Em for a bump. She obliges and he then walks to the other side of the cage and does the same hopping shit to warm up.
“This doesn’t feel like a real fight.” Adri mumbles. “Why are they being nice to each other?”
“Because they have no hatred, Bishop hasn’t done anything to Ember, it’s just an old fashioned fight.” Emmett answers her.
The bell rings and The Bishop flies at Em. Her grin lights up her face as she watches him come at her. He grabs her by the mid section and throws her against the cage. She bounces off the wire and hits the mat with a thud. I wince at the impact and begin to curse her in my head. She better be playing him or have some sort trick up her sleeve.
Before she can even get up, The Bishop grabs her leg and drags her back out to center ring. Em flips onto her stomach and lifts herself up by her hands and with the leg that’s free, kicks out at his knee. He stumbles a bit but his grip stays firm on her ankle.
He pulls her up by one leg and I watch as the love of my life dangles by one leg, her arms swinging wildly. Then the fucker throws her to the side and I watch as her small body is slammed against the wire again. Her body hits the mat hard and we all wince at the impact.
My heart begins to beat a quick rhythm as I fear my girl is losing.
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I forgot how fast this man can be.
My back hits the mat for the second time and I feel the air leave my lungs in a swoosh. Fuck, how the fuck did I beat him the first time? Right. I was a lot angrier back then, my life was a shithole and fighting was the only thing I enjoyed. I need to find her again, pull her out of me, and dance in the darkness for the next few minutes until I have him submitting or knocked the fuck out.
I also have a ton of shit on my mind, after my talk with Carm, I am more unsettled than ever. I get back to my feet and watch as Bishop hops around the cage, cheering with the crowd. Motherfucker.
I shake away all the other thoughts in my head and focus on what’s in front of me. He’s a large man, bulked out, and tall as fuck. I’ve fought others his size but the difference is The Bishop is a trained fighter and he finds the same enjoyment in watching people bleed as I do.
He turns around to face me and our eyes lock. He raises his brow as if to ask what now? Now I fucking wipe the mat with your body. I let the uncertainty I’ve been feeling boil my blood, it swirls deep inside me, and I feel it begin to course though my limbs. Finally, that familiar feeling bubbles up and I let the red take over my vision. From here on out, I can only hope I don’t kill the bastard.
He sees it, the change in my demeanor and corrects his stance to defensive. He remembers me and sees the anger vibrating from my very pores.
I stride forward, not in any rush to watch him bleed, and strike out my right fist. It hits the arm he blocks his face with but he’s not quick enough to block the kick I send to his solar plexus.
He staggers backwards and again brings his
