Life in the Ring. (Editing)

First Fight.

Chapter 10

I wandered around the club for a while, getting cat calls from rowdy men. Idiots. One man made an attempt to grope me. Big mistake. His hand is now broken. I got sick of the people. I found the training center. There were few people in there. All guys. Guess they don't have a lot of chick fighters. Hmmm. 

I did 10 minutes of stretching and another ten on the bags. I was relatively warmed up. I was exceptionally pumped for my first fight. 

I need to prove myself here. Its not good enough to be an 'okay' fighter, I need to be the best. I have worked my ass off to get were I am today. And I'm not about to let anyone get in the way of that. 

I need to take the top fighter title here. 

Black Mamba: Top fighter for the Aces and the Diamonds. 

I liked the sound of that. 

I am undefeated and that is how it will stay.

Now, it's time to get my ass out there and put on a good show. 

"It's time." Mike said, walking into the training room.

"I know." I said walking past him.

I stand on the edge of the ring, waiting for the announcer. 

"We have a newbie today. Previously held the title of top fighter at The Diamonds. Black Mamba everyone." the announcer pointed to me and I stepped into the ring.

"Black Mamba will be fighting Crusher tonight. His name says it all. I hope Black Mamba knows what he is up against."

Hmmm. They don't know I am a girl, I take it. Well, they are in for a big surprise. 

Crusher stepped into the ring. 

He was blonde with very blue eyes. About 6 foot 4, approx. 190-200lbs. He was a big boy. But I have fought bigger.

I took the hood off my head revealing my long black hair that was currently tied up. I unzipped my sweatshirt and took it off. Revealing my curves. I heard several gasps.

"So you are a chick, ehh?"

"Yea, I think that has been established, fuck face. Now lets get on with the fight."

"Whatever, bitch."

Whatta douche! 

We sized up and circled each other. I studied him, while bouncing on the balls of my feet. I was waiting for him to make the first move. He is a very impatient fighter. He threw a right hook. I dodged it skillfully and hit him with a crescent kick. It hit him right in the jaw. He dropped momentarily then got back up. We went at it for about ten minutes. I got sick of playing with him. He only got one hit in, to my jaw. It will leave a small bruise. It doesn't hurt though.

As for him, he has several cuts and bruises. Possibly a few fractured ribs as well. I sent a final right hook to his temple and he was out like light. The crowd cheered. I exited the ring, attempting to find Mike, while someone removed Crusher's unconscious body from the ring.

The second fight flew by. Iron Fist was slightly better than Crusher, but he still sucked dick. I was waiting on my 3rd fight of the night. I heard Blaze was really good. Like way better than the other two. I think he holds title of top fighter at this ring.

I took some aspirin for a slight headache that I felt slowly creeping up. The smell of this place didn't help. It smells like alcohol, B.O, puke and whore. If you have ever walked past a whore you know the smell I am talking about.  

Blaze and I got into the ring as the announcer started speaking.

"In one corner we have the almighty Blaze. And his competitor in the opposing corner, Black mamba, going for HER third win of the night." I heard the emphasis on the her. It made me cringe. I guess I am the only girl fighter or they wouldn't have made such a big deal about it.

Anyways. Blaze. He was tall, about 6 foot 5 inches. He towered over me. He had black hair and green eyes. His mask covered the rest of his face. He reminded me of Ryder. They both carried themselves the same way and were for lack of a better word, brooding. He clearly has a body that most girls would swoon for. I, however, am unaffected by his washboard abs. He had enough girls fan-girling to be content. He did not need another one fueling his already massive ego. 

We moved on to the fight. Just before it started he smirked at me. That smug bastard. It made me want to kick his ass even harder. 

And I did just that. He was harder to beat than the other 2. Honestly, I haven't been that challenged other than the time Ryder and I went at it. This dude could not be Ryder. Ryder is a good fighter but not a street fighter. But is it just a coincidence that whenever I touched this guy I got a weird electric tingly sensation that rushed through my body. The same thing happened when I hit Ryder. And... when I umm... kissed him. He kissed me. Didn't he? Yes, he did. I hate Ryder and his whore of a girlfriend. I convinced myself that Blaze wasn't Ryder, and that Ryder was off somewhere fucking his STD infested skank.

I managed to knock out Blaze with a good kick to the temple halfway through the second round. He still managed to get a few really good hits on me. I was going to be sore in the morning. 

Blaze eventually woke up and he walked over to me. 

"Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare, babe."

"Name."

"Black Mamba, darling. I didn't hit you that hard. Do you know where you are and what your birthday is?" I asked with fake concern.

"Real name, bitch."

"Sorry, hun. That is confidential."

"Just tell me."

I motioned for him to lean in, so I could whisper in his ear. He bent forward and I lightly brushed my lips against his ear to his jaw and whispered into his ear; "No can do, big boy."

I walked away from him, swaying my hips a little more than usual. I looked over my shoulder, he was starring at me in awe. I winked at him then disappeared into the crowed. I decided it was time to go home. I went to Mike and grabbed my money from winning my fights and headed for Burger King.

I got my gym bag and made my way to the bathroom before ordering to changed back into normal clothes.

After changing I got into line and ordered my food: A whopper, large fry, and a chocolate shake. Once I paid, they gave me my food and I sat down. I was about to take a bite of my burger when my phone rang. It was Natalie.

"Hey, Natalie. Is everything okay?"

"Yea, I was wondering what time you got out of work. And Kaleb is sleeping right now. Everything went great."

"Okay, that's good. I will be home in an hour. I got to stop off and run some errands before I get home."

"Okay, see you in an hour. Bye."

"Bye."

And just as I hung up, someone sat down in front of me. And you wouldnt believe what smug asshole it was.