T W O: She's A Fighter.
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In a wide and crowdy underground, loud chants and blasphemous words escalated nosily throughout the arena. Their betted wrestler was down -the countdown was about to end.
The onlookers felt several jitters as they observed and waited in anticipation of the worse outcome. Some began to shout words of encouragement.
Chanting her name in the chorus as they began hitting several objects on sight.
'Dakota! '
'Dakota! '
Inside the caged boxing ring. A muscular sweaty man towered above a girl slouched over in pain, scrutinizing her every move -the girl was just Unbeatable. Several and several brutal hits were thrown towards her -she still wasn't knocked out.
His energy was drained.
She cradled lightly her abdomen -moaning in pain. She knew what she was doing. Tire the gaming opponent before you strike your final shot -this was a rule she'd always make herself go through. Each and every mark and pain thrown at her. She endured.
With every breath and cough, she took red fluid trickled down her lips. Bruises could be easily marked on her pale skin.
"Dakota it's now or never" A fatherly voice, she'd recognize anywhere called out to her.
She gave a nod toward the direction of the voice.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled out a red stripe band - tying it tightly around her head as she gradually stood up.
The crowd howled in enthusiasm and excitement.
Not all hope we're lost.
Those who had watched her numerous fights knew what was about to become of the man. Some watched in pity.
"Kota, vänster höftvrickning, skada ses på vänster shoulderblades. använd den dubbla led-nedtagningen som din strategi. -du har två minuter kvar innan den sista nedräkningen." The man called out once more in Swedish, eyes scanning through the Chinese-looking opponent for more weak spots.
(Kota, left hip sprain, injury sighted on the left shoulder blade. Make use of the double-led takedown as your strategy. -you have two minutes left before the final countdown).
A coy smirk appeared on her face as she tuned out the loud chanting, concentrating intently on her opponent's whereabouts.
Hearing loud breathing from her left side, the smirk became wider as she squared her shoulder - cracking her fingers intently for her next line of action.
"Dakota now"
Rushing towards the direction she did a double spin-wheel grabbing the back of the opponent's knee on both sides.
Next, she placed her head next to his hip, before diving forward with a sharp hit on his shoulder blade and side.
A loud crack rang through the arena.
Everywhere went silent as everyone watched wide-eyed at the man's doom.
The man hollered out in pain before tumbling down.
Taking the opportunity she straddled him looping his leg around like a pretzel as she pulled him in a chock hold.
The referee began the countdown. Everyone joined in.
-ONE!!!
The man struggled, twisting around to get his balance right.
-TWO!!!!
He kicked, groaning out loud as she poked her fingers into his injury.
-THREEE...
He sighed in defeat and embarrassment at being beaten by a girl... No less a blind one.
The referee blew loudly on his whistle at the end of the countdowns.
"And the winner of the Underground finalist once again goes to Dakota Monroe!!! "
Everyone screamed out in joy as they clapped loudly at the announcement.
Letting go of the tight hold she had the man caged in, she raised using the bared wire as support.
Suddenly she felt a pain in her waistline making her stumble to her knee.
Loud gasps could be heard.
"Dakota!!!"
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RomanceAbandoned At The Home Of A Former Boxer And Medal Finalists. With A Note And Chain Wrapped Around Her. Seeing Great Future Potentials In The Little Child. He Adopts Her, Taking Her In As His Own. Trains Her Into A Fighter Despite Her Challenges. . ...
