Hurt

Chapter 5

I've seen i have a few reads! Terrrrrrific! I'm really feeling this story is gonna get somewhere (by that I mean me actually finishing it) so I'll update every 1 or 2 days :))

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The pub is dimly lit, and there's a haze of smoke in the air. It's loud and it's packed full of guys and girls yelling and cheering and placing bets and what-not.

Might I just add that the beer here is fantastic?

Niall is at the bar in seconds, ordering each of us a pint, while I hang our coats up. He comes over a few seconds later, a big grin on his face, and he hands me my beer.

We navigate our way over to the ring, (as you'd imagine, the pub is actually quite large, four or five tables near the door, the bar with some bar stools, and the rest of the area dedicated to the ring. There's even a back area behind the ring where the fighters go, so the place is big,) and we miraculously find ourselves up near the front. The ring is raised a little bit, about a foot, maybe a foot and a half off the ground, so my head is tilted on an angle. The girls that are fighting are sweaty, and it's obvious that one is much better than the other.

There's no boxing gloves involved, and no mouth guard or any kind of guard. So whatever injuries happen to you, happen to you I guess.

The girl who's better, has choppy, chin length black hair, and looks Spanish. She's very muscular, (but not overly so,) and looks like she's ready to let her oppnent have it. She's vicious, and she doesn't hold back on laying blows with both hands and feet on her victim.

The other girl, as you can imagine, isn't doing so well. She's got her hands up in front of her face, and her brown hair is falling out of it's ponytail. It looks like someone ripped a whole lot of hair out of her head.

Both of them have no shoes (as those are not allowed,) and they are both wearing short black adiddas shorts, and a black training bra.

The Spaniard grabs the girls head, pushes her down so that her back is at a 90 degree angle, and brings her knee up so that it smashes into her face. There's an audible crunch, and the girl falls limp.

The ref jumps into the ring, checks to see if the fallen girl is concious, and then points at the Spaniard. She's won.

The place errupts into chaos, as the bidding war climaxes. The Spaniard runs around the ring, hooting and hollering and signaling the crowd to yell even louder. Quite the ego if you ask me.

I nudge Niall cause I know he likes girls who are confident. In fact I do too, but this is just cockiness. Niall's cool with that if she's good looking, but not me.

He shakes his head at me, making a face. Wow. Even HER ego is too much to handle.

While we wait for the next match to get in order, and the girl is taken away on a stretcher, we get our pints topped off. When we get back, no one has taken our places, which is rare and incredible. We happily reclaim our front row standing position, and look at the ring just as the Spaniard is lead in again by her trainer or coach or representative or whatever it is they're called.

The way it works is the winner plays the next fighter. Loser is taken to hospital. It's very simple.

The Spaniard recieves cheers from the crowd and she encourages it, waving her arms, gesturing for maximum volume.

Then the next fighter is lead in.

Her head is bent when she enters the ring and her hair isn't tied up yet, so I can't see her face. But she's dressed in the exact same attire as the Spaniard and the Spaniard's victim.