Being punched in the face is never fun.Don't get me wrong, i'd been smacked around more times than I can count. By people, infected- hell, even my own sister enjoyed a good fight every now and again.
But nothing ever hurt as bad as being punched in the jaw- that shit burns.
"C'mon!" The crowd bellows, standing along the outskirt of our manmade boxing ring. My opponent dances across from me, light on his feet with a grin that makes me sick to my stomach. I envision wringing his neck with my hands, and I smile around a mouthful of bloody teeth.
"Give em' hell, Jay!" My sister shouts on the sidelines, voice rising above all the others. Considering my current battered shape, i'd been trying to give the guy hell the entire round. However, he was nearly seven feet and easily had 100lbs on me. But, i was fast- and nimble.
The crowd continues to roar, shouting different things as my opponent charges for me again. I'm ready this time, waiting until the last possible second to sidestep him. With too much momentum, he can't change directions and I stick my leg out. His leg tangles with mine and he's down a second later. I take the advantage, hopping on his back with my heart pounding. I grab his wrist, twisting it behind his back as I straddle his hips. I pull it up until he lets out a shout of pain, and then I yank sharply. There a feeling of something releasing, and I drop his dislocated arm.
"You bitch!" He shouts, still trying to get at me. His cheek is pressed against the sand, eyes widlly trying to find me, and I lean over until he can see me, face bloody and already bruising as I smile.
"Tap out." I warn him, raising both eyebrows.
"Never." I sigh, reaching for his other arm. He tries to flail but I grab his wrist, stopping the movement. The crowd screams around me, my sister yelling to finish it, and I break his middle finger without hesitance. I grimace at the sound, and his responding scream of pain.
"Tap out!" I shout it this time, grabbing another finger. I watch him closely, waiting for him to tap out. When he doesn't, i start pulling the next finger.
"Fine!" His leg moves, foot hitting the sand twice, and I immediately let go. I stand from my kneeled position, "accidentally" kicking him in the side. The crowd shouts at my triumph, money moving around the crowd as people take their winnings and cash in bets. The guy curls up on the ground, his friends coming to his aid as he cradles his injured arm. I wince, wondering if I went to far with that one. Technically speaking, these fights have no rules- so I didn't really.
"That was boring." My sister is there immediatly, handing me a water bottle before grabbing my hand to lead me through the crowd. I catch eyes with Maria as we walk, and she winks at me. Two years ago she would have smacked me for thinking about starting a fight, now its a saturday night tradition. "You could have fought a little more- instead of just breaking his fingers. No finess- i swear." She clicks her tongue, leading me towards a picnic table away from the crowd.
"Well my face started hurting from all those punches I took." I reply with a scowl, shoving my sister. My face aches with every word, cheek and nose already bruising. There's also going to be nasty bruises on my ribs- but Jack is annoying enough that it was totally worth it.
"Don't be a baby." My sister sits me down, pulling out a rag to wipe up the blood around my nose a mouth. There's a metallic taste in my mouth, from when I bit my tongue and my lip split- but other than that I'm not any worse for wear.
"Do they have icecream today? I swear if they don't- owe!" I hiss as my sister presses against my ribs through my tanktop, looking for anything broken or out of place. I smack her hand away, scowling. "They are fine, mom." I take the rag from her, wiping the rest of my face before setting it aside.
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