Overthrown

Chapter 2

I turn my back to my opponent and slip my shoes and hoodie off. My black and white tattoos that line my arms will soon be splattered red. As I roll out my neck and prepare for what is to come, I hear a deep voice roar with laughter behind me.

"I'm not going to fight some bitch, especially not her! I'm twice her size! What's the big deal with her anyways?!"

The ref's eyes grow wide as I let out a sinister laugh. It takes me no time to glide across the cage in a few long strides. He underestimates me. Many men do and many men suffer the consequences. I say nothing as Jawbreaker continues to question the ref. Silently, I stand in the center of the cage growing impatient with the fat man's incompetence.

I can sense someone gazing upon me from the DJ booth above. My eyes meet his as he analyzes my face from a distance. My blank expression and blue eyes that have gone black stare at him waiting for him to break eye contact. I have to establish dominance, he must know that I am in control. Seconds pass as he holds my gaze, long past anyone has ever done before. He doesn't seem frightened of me even though he knows about my past.

He smirks flashing his brilliant smile and laughs. Someone taps him on the shoulder and speaks into his ear. As the man speaks, he continues to look into my eyes. The smile now gone, I can tell he is angry about something. He nods my direction before breaking his gaze to leave.

I turn to the ref who looks like he has finally convinced Jawbreaker to fight. Finally, the pent up anger from today that has been bubbling over needs to be released. Only then can I get some sleep tonight but I'm sure the nightmares will still plague my slumber. The fat man makes his way towards me, now clearly angry. He can tell he has been the punch line of a joke by questioning my abilities.

The ref takes a look at Jawbreaker, "Ready?"

"Damn right, I'm gonna make this little stuck up bitch regret getting in the ring with me."

An evil grin grows across my face and the ref clearly feels uneasy. He knows what is about to happen. He looks my direction and I nod.

"FIGHT!"

The bell rings and Jawbreaker is immediately on offense. He takes large steps towards me haphazardly swinging punches my way. As I assumed, he's slow and it's easy to duck beneath all of his punches striding backwards. Men are so predictable, in their arrogance they go on the offense gassing themselves out in the first minute of the fight.

I land a swift kick to the back of his right knee knocking him off balance. Fairly certain that I damaged the tendon, I take the opportunity to land another kick in the exact spot. He is now beginning to limp trying to keep weight off his right leg. He cringes with each step as he continues throwing punches never landing one. This is only tiring him quicker.

THIS IS TOO EASY! FINISH HIM! MAKE HIM SUFFER! THAT INSOLENT MAN NEEDS TO PAY FOR HIS DISRESPECT!

I take two large steps backwards putting some distance between us before sending a heel kick to his right kidney. Gasping as he clutches his torso, he has to rely on his non-dominant side to keep himself upright. This won't last much longer which is how I like them. It sends a message to those in the audience, do not fuck with me.

Watching as he struggles to take deep breaths, I sense that it is time to go full offense and finish this. In a couple quick steps before he can back away, I grab him by the shoulders forcing his body into my knee. I drive it into his stomach over and over again as he groans trying to block me. This man is in enough pain right now, strategy has gone out the window. He is no longer thinking about winning, he is only thinking about survival. Fear oozes out of every pore like a thick mucous.

With my hands still steady on his shoulders, I throw him down on to my knee once more. Hunched over I can see him trying to tap out. This is my favorite part only because ref knows I don't do tap outs. I fight till you are unconscious and even then, I'll probably keep going. I wrap my arms around his neck using my body weight to throw him to the ground. He lands on the mat with a loud thud. He tries to curl his body to protect his organs from me but it's too late. I begin relentlessly raining kicks into his side landing every single one.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING MITCH?! FINISH HIM!

As my demon pushes me over the edge, I drop down to my knees barely able to straddle his large body beneath me. His body is beginning to go limp as he loses consciousness. Landing one punch after another into his now bloodied face. When just like that, he is out, but I'm not done yet. I need more. With every punch that connects I feel just a little bit better.

JUST CRACK HIS SKULL ALREADY! ONLY THEN WILL YOU FEEL THE RELEASE!

My hand grabs hold of the back of his head by his hair, I lift it up while driving my fist into his face. I hear the audible crunch of his nose breaking. His eyes are swollen shut and the man who stood before me only minutes ago is gone. As my arm lifts to punch, I feel an arm wrap around my torso throwing my body off of him. Only then did I hear the ref yelling for me to stop. I stand in place panting, snarling like a rabid dog. As I catch my breath I finally look down at the bloody mangled body in front of me.

Shit, I did it again. I hope this one isn't dead.