Keira

Chapter 27 Hobby

I walked up to the door that was guarded by two tall and very muscular men "well, well, well if it isn't the daughter of the Dark Knockout," said one of the men as the other opened the door for me. The people standing in line began to whisper amongst each in shock at who they said I was the daughter of. "Sup boys," I said nodding to them as I entered the warehouse I walked through a hallway that was being lighten up by UV lights. It made my white shirt glow as I got closer the the door at the end I could hear the screaming and shouting from people. I could even hear the loud music that I knew drunk people were dancing to, making out to, and most likely having sex  in the bathrooms or closet too.
When I pushed the door open the smell familiar smell of alcohol, weed, sweat, and sex filled my nose. I made my way through bustling crowd trying to get over to the sign up desk hoping to get a fight or two in. Once I finally got there I was recognized straight away "Legacy! The daughter of Dark Knockout!" said the man behind the desk. I smiled at him as I placed a thousand on the desk "I wanna fight," I yelled loudly to him. I picked up the money and handed it to a man beside him that had a money counting machine in front of him. "Of course," he said once the guy beside him gave him a thumbs up.
"Would you like to go against She-Beast," the man asked me "she is a powerful opponent," he said. "Sure she'll be a good warm up," I said he nodded his head and wrote it down "your fight is after the one after this," he yelled to me. "Good," I smirked "locker room-" "over there I know," I said heading straight to the locker room. The female and men sides were only divided by a wall and curtains to cover the entryways. So no one could easily see in "Hi Lil Tom," I said passing by a giant 6'4 muscular large man. He looked to me as he growled to me "glad to see your doing well too," I said giving him a fake smile before disappearing into the female side.
Lil Tom is the guard for outside the locker room area to make sure no perverts or fans get back here. I changed into a maroon sports bra and men basketball shorts that are black. I pulled my sneakers back on once I finished changing into my fighting clothes. I sat down on one of the two benches in here and started to wrap my hands ups. "Legacy," I heard an all to familiar voice say I looked over to see Carson, a man my family was familiar with. He gave my mom five hundred thousand dollars to help my family out after my dad died. I stood up "Uncle Carson," I said "Joe, Nancy," I said nodding to each of his two very close bodyguards. They both nodded back to me as they kept straight faces just like I did.
"You know your mother would be angry if she knew you were," Uncle Carson reminded me as I put my stuff away into a locker and locked it with a lock I bring. "I just need to blow off some steam before tonight," I said looking back to Uncle Carson, he is a short man only 5 foot he is bald and copper colored skin. His eyes are emerald green and isn't muscular but he isn't a twig either. He is like the perfect in between. "Ah yes Charlie texted me about this morning," Uncle Carson said I rolled my eyes "of course one of them did," I said heading for the curtain to go wait by the ring.
"Yeah well apparently she invited them diner but I am bringing my friends," I said "you have friends," Uncle Carson asked smirking as I rolled my eyes smirking at his tease. "Yes," I said "do I get to meet these friends," Uncle Carson asked holding the curtain back for me "soon," I said nodding my head. "Very well but make it very soon will you. Neither of us are getting younger," Uncle Carson said I smirked a bit more before saying "especially you," Uncle Carson acted hurt by what I just said. "How rude," he said "don't set up the insult if you think it's rude then," I said getting ready to dive into the giant crowd before me. "You have been taught well," Uncle Carson said shaking his head in approval "good luck kid," he said "thanks," I called as I dived into the crowd.
My mom hated it when dad did illegal fights for money and she hated it even more when she found out I started doing it back in my first year of living in England. Mom thought I quite but whenever I need to blow off steam and make sure I am thinking clearly. I come here; this is how I didn't kill the twins every time they pranked me. I also come here when I have nothing better to do, which changed after I started school.
Watching the a bit of the fight before mine wasn't too bad. Some people recognized me and asked me to sign something others just simply shakes my hand. While talking to me a bit before leaving to get more drinks, hook up with someone, or watch the fight. All in all it wasn't bad sitting ring side waiting for my match. Last time I had to fight fight four drunk horny idiots off me and security threw a few people out for their colorful language. Yes that is how I am going to word it.
When the announcer got into the ring a few people standing by me wished me luck. While others who probably betted against me hoped I fall on my face. "NOW PEOPLE FOR A VERY SPECIAL FIGHT OF THE EVENING! OUR FIRST COMPETITOR IS THE DAUGHTER OF DARK KNOCKOUT! YOU KNOW HER! YOU LOVE HER! LEGACY!" the announcer said I climbed into the ring greeted by cheers a few boos though. "AND HER CHALLENGER IS THE MIGHTY REX!" the cheers and boos for this guy were about even as he climbed into the ring.
            My opponent was of course fucking taller than me and muscular too, to a normal sane person. They probably would have tan the other way and said "fuck this," but to my crazy ambitious self I say "let's see if you are a challenge at all," of course I didn't really say that. I just smirked at the guy, I could tell he was nervous by his tense body language and the fact he was already slightly sweating. The bell rung and without warning the guy charged at me. I used the ropes behind me to help launch myself as I went down sliding between the guys legs. The burning of my leg against the ring floor stung like a wasp stung me, but I push that feeling aside.
            I get up and the guy charges again at me like a rhinoceros this time I simply step to the side at the last second. He runs straight into the post that was behind me, I quickly hop onto his back. I wrap my arms around his neck into a perfect choke hold squeezing tightly. The guy was clawing at me arm to get some air I felt blood trickle down my arm. But feeling that only made me squeeze tighter around his neck. The guy soon knelt down and I squeezed harder knowing I was close. The guy tapped out and the bell ring I let go as the crowd cheered "good try," I told the guy into his ear. "WINNER," the announcer yelled into his microphone as he held my arm up the crowds cheers got louder.
           I climbed out the ring heading to go get my cash I see Uncle Carson already at the cash area waiting for me. "That was fast," he said "no one is really challenging," I said grabbing my three sets of cash. "Winning area 30 thousand," the guy behind the window and counter said "thanks," I told him taking my money. "Here," said Uncle Carson, I looked to see my bag "kicking me out already," I asked playfully "nah kid," he said "but you better get to picking your brothers up. You got that dinner after all," I rolled my eyes. "Just had to remind me about fucking dinner huh," I said snatching my bag "see you soon kiddo," he called to me as I walked away shoving cash in my bag. "Yay, yay," I said before diving into the crowd heading back to the entry/exit way. I entered the hall to see someone heading for the party arena as I call it sometimes or fighting area. Whichever. I stepped close to the wall on my right not wanting to bump into whoever was coming my way.
            As we began to pass each other I suddenly realized who it was passing me, but before I could fight him or run. He grabbed me and threw my back into the wall "hello Kiera," he practically growled at me. I gritted my teeth at the pain coursing threw my back as I opened my eyes to look at him. He had a bit of beard now and his hair messy, he looked like a man possessed. "Hello Jerry,"