She goes by JD and has been living in New York since she was born. Growing up wasn't so easy for her but it didn't do anything but make her to the woman she was today. Her mouth was like no other and sometimes, it put her in bad situations.
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Ian never scared of no bitch. Italy might've thought she was gone get me but she got another thing coming ________________________________
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I sat in the corner as the trainer Khalil hired talked to me. He was telling me all types of shit but was I listening? No. I was too busy grilling that Italy bitch. I was ready to tear her head off her shoulders.
Seeing a hand snapping in my face caused our contact to break. I looked up at Mr. Smith as he sighed, palming his face.
"Are you listening JD? Italy is no girl to play with,"
"I'm not worried about Italy Mr. Smith."
"Well get your sip of water and put this in," he handed me the Gatorade bottle, squeezing some in my mouth. He handed me a mouth guard and I stuck it in before jumping to my feet.
I was new to this wrestling shit because where I'm from, we fight in the streets, not in no damn ring.
"Alright, on the count to three, you two are gonna show your skills. Who ever hits the ground and stays till I count to three loses. Money is in it so take it seriously and don't play around,"
I nodded my head as he signaled for us to hit each other's fists. Hearing the bell ring, Italy began jumping around like she was crazy. I just followed her every move because I was new to it.
She swung the first punch, decking me in my nose. I did nothing but shook it off.
"Come on bitch!" Italy spat at me. I chuckled, rolling my eyes before swinging my fist, hitting her in the lip. I watched blood leak down her cheek as she charged at me but I dodged it. She fell to the floor and I waited patiently for her to get up.
"Get the hell up Italy! The fuck are you doing?" I heard Derrick yell from the audience. Italy got back on her feet and slowly came towards me.
Giving her a two piece, she fell back into the rope. As she fell back, she used the rope to give her a boost and she came towards me, hitting me in the face again but I blocked it this time.
Sending a mean ass uppercut to Italy's chin, her head flew back as blood shot from her mouth. She fell to the ground and the referee got down to count to three.
"1..2..3!" He yelled before everyone stood up yelling. The referee held my hand up as everyone cheered. This fight wasn't nothing but 6 minutes. I thought fighting Italy would take a while but that shit was easy. I could say that the practice Khalil had me doing was un-caused for.
