Throwing on my black sports bra and shorts, I also take a minute to put thick band-aids over my nipple piercings, I don't want them to catch but it's also too much effort to take them out. I braid my hair down my back and methodically tape my hands.
I’m ready.
Finally looking up into the room I see Jake staring first, the lust clear in his eyes, but I can't let him entertain that idea. So, I move my eyes around the room, catching West trying to dance his eyebrows at me with a smirk. I can't help but relax at his antics and feel the tension release that I didn't even realize I was holding. The only other person in the locker room seems to be Riggs, who is staring me down like he can't decide whether to eat me or beat me.
Before anyone can say anything, a knock comes from outside and we're given the nod that it's time. West holds his hand out for a high five like we're in second grade or something, but I still can't help but participate. Glancing, neither Jake or Riggs have moved and they're both still staring me down.
Fuck sake.
I give them the middle finger and head out, hearing West snicker. I can't help the slight lilt to my mouth that I have at least entertained someone tonight, seen as every fucker here will have bet against me, and they're going to be leaving mad as hell.
*****
I stand in the ring facing Riggs. There's a lot of people talking all at once when they see that there is indeed a female in the ring tonight. Their slight frowns tell me they’d have preferred me in little booty shorts, heels on and my tits hanging out, classic ring girl style.
Then they think they see an easy opportunity to make some extra cash. I can see Murphy holding back a little longer than usual as he sees more bet's taking place around us, against me for sure.
I'm zoning them all out. I've taken some of their energy to bounce off and now my sole focus is in this ring. I catch Murphy looking in my direction with what appears to be a hint of guilt and doubt in his eyes, but he blinks and turns in an instant leaving me unsure whether I just made it up.
Murphy's grin is wide as he finally deems it time to begin. "Have I got a treat for you all tonight. In ring one we have our local Morgan up against Holden who's in from Philly. In ring two we also have an import from Philly; Riggs, who tonight has the pleasure of competing against Steele in her first fight here seen as she only turned 18 fifteen minutes ago."
If he doesn't get on with it, he might be the one to meet the end of my fist at this rate.
All the men are now looking intently at me, be it because I'm a girl up in here or the fact that I'm just legal. I don't know but I'm not going to take my eyes off Riggs, who's smirking at me and rolling his shoulders like it's the most relaxed he's ever been.
"You all know the rules, let's fight."
With that the bell rings and I stand stoically still. Nothing unnerves a man more than not immediately getting into a circling dance with them. Riggs' arms have risen to a fighting stance and he's bouncing on his feet. He notices me not moving and ... yeah, there's the look in his eyes I was waiting for. He thinks I'm unskilled and out of my depth and he relaxes his shoulders down, stands tall, and starts to approach me like his height alone is intimidating me enough to submit already.
When he realizes I'm not backing down, I see the resignation that he's gonna have to come at me first. He tests his arm space out around me watching for my reaction and I don't give him one. He goes to come at me properly this time, a slight bend to his knees and his arms raised, fight mode.
He's not prepared for me to raise my arms so fast to block his fist towards my face. His reaction time is quick, and he bounces back a little, ready to come at me from a different angle.
He definitely has the power behind him, which surprises me a little, but I don’t show it. Instead I smirk, showing him my pearly whites. Which just seems to piss him off, so I can’t help it. I snap my teeth together, bite me bitch, taunting him and he’s had enough.
As he swings with his left hand this time, I dip to the right taking my elbow to his thigh and swinging my leg round to knock him down from behind. He goes to grab me, anywhere, to capture me in a hold but I rise just out of reach, and this time I hold my fighting stance.
The look in his eye's shows me I've surprised him, but he thinks I'm a one trick pony. This time I go at him first with a swift jab to his ribs which he counters with a hit straight to my face.
Fuck. I won't be able to cover up a black eye.
While my body has leaned to the left slightly with the impact, he goes to grab me around the waist, but he isn't prepared for me to drop quickly to my knees and wrap myself tightly around his leg. This is it, like muscle memory, as if in slow motion, he staggers forwards and I push his momentum through with my shoulder into the back of his thighs, forcing
