“Are you ready for some fight beautiful?” He asks with excitement on his face. I love his attitude. I know he cares about me. He would jump in front of me to cover me from a bullet, I know that, but the thing is that he cares from behind. It’s like he knows when to be overprotective, but he doesn’t cross me. He is always there for me, helping and supporting my stupid ideas. I never had a friend like him before. All boys from our club cared about me, but they didn’t like when I was reckless. They let me kill people, but they didn’t like when I fight for fun. Ridiculous. Because of their reactions, I always run away to the underground fighting club to fight for fun with others, emotionally destroyed people.
“I’m always ready,” I state.
“Are you sure that you can fight? Don’t overthink it, I’m just curious. I mean, I saw you with knives and this back kick straight on Sophia’s nose, but this is bigger than some chick fight. Those girls there are professional. They know how to punch, you know?” I laugh at his words. I didn’t answer him, just look at him funny, wink and motion for him to lead the way.
We walk around the building and stop near the metallic doors. Zac knocked three times with spaces between and then two more times, quicker this time. The doors open and we step inside. A smell of sweat and cigarettes hit my face. We walk through a long corridor and stop near the doorless entrance. I peek inside and my jaw drops. This place is amazing. Many people are gathered around a huge cage cheering the fighters. We walk inside and Zac leads me to a guy who’s standing nearby.
“Yo man. I have someone for you for today fight.” Zac announces and the guy turn his gaze at me and laugh.
“You don’t mean this pretty face, do you?” Piece of shit. I will show you a pretty face.
“Actually…” I disturb, “Yes, he means me. Hello, I’m Em. I want to fight today.” The guy studies me with suspicion. He is quiet for a whole minute and then, nods his head at me.
“You’re in. I hope you can fight because your opponent is the best. Her rival didn’t show up and this is the fight of the night, so the money is huge. Good luck, you’re the last.” He says and leave us alone. I look at Zac who is now pale.
“What? You don’t believe in me, do you?” I chuckle and show him to lead the way. He gulped loudly and I follow him to the changing room. We step inside and I start to undress.
“I hope you know what you’re doing. I know her, I mean, the girl you gonna fight. She’s strong and huge. Bigger than you little girl. I don’t want to have problems with your psycho brothers if she’s gonna kill you. They messed up Liam’s car pretty bad last time. He nearly died on the road.” This piece of information makes me stop what I’m doing. I turn to look at Zac.
“What did you say?”
“I mean, remember when Liam assumed that you were the one who done something with his car?” I completely forgot about it. “Liam was on the way home when his car exploded. He jumped right before this happened because, damn, thank God that this mother- fucker know his ride. He said the car didn’t sound like always and then he realised that he has a bomb inside, and he jumped out just in time. You didn’t know? I thought that was the reason why you escaped today. I thought that you didn’t believe Liam because of the last news he told you.” Zac looks uncomfortable. I look at him and them down at my shoes. I didn’t know. I remember that Liam said something about his car once, but I just assumed that he was playing me or something. Then the fight happened, and I escaped with Zac to talk our shit out. My brothers tried to kill Liam. But why? What was the reason? I only told them about the pictures and video, but I also told them that I don’t care. They know that shit like that doesn’t bother me. I will need to speak with Tobi about it as soon as I come back home today.
“Sorry, I didn’t know. I will talk with my brothers. This is too much even for them.” I say and start to dress up again. Zac doesn’t say anything more. I finish dressing up and show him that I’m ready.
We wait outside the changing room for my turn. Finally, the guy from before announces my fight and I step on the ring. I feel like adrenaline pumping in my veins. I’m not scared. I know how to observe my opponent. I was trained to be a killer, so this could mean that I’m a good fighter. I may not know the girl, but I know she is already dead.
A tall woman steps inside the ring and studies me. She smiles at me sarcastically as she doesn’t believe that I can finish her here and now. I smile in return and the gong sounds. I rise my guard. My right hand protects both my jaw and my right rib. The left one is raised as high as my brow line. We watch ourselves carefully. I see that she’s highhanded. I presume that her left punch is stronger than right one. Her legs are strong but she’s not fast, bad for her, because I am. She makes one step closer to me with her left fist jumping back and forward, she’s playing me. I will wait till her move because I never start first. I know, I attacked Sophia, but she poured a hot coffee on my head, and I used it as an attack.
Finally, the girl makes her move. Left fist, no surprise here, tries to punch
