Life in the Ring. (Editing)

Crappy Stance

Today is the day, the day where all the pieces of my plan fall into place. Today is the first rounds of the State Championships. Both Ryder and I were packing up our stuff for a long day at the ring.

We took my car seeing as how we are going home together. Might as well save gas. It should be made from the urine of an endangered alpaca that live deep in the mountains of South America for what we pay for it.

When we got there Ryder and I sparred to get ready. Before we knew it, both of use were in opposite rings fighting. Ryder's guy was short but buff. His name was The Hulk, he fit the part well.

My guy's name is The Storm. D- for lack of creativity in his name.

This guy was probably the wimpiest guy in here. He weighed no more then 170 pounds and was only 5'10. I had him on the floor in under 30 seconds. He was agile on his feet, but that didn't help him with his strength. Or lack there of.

I hit him with a combo jab to the chest and finished him with an uppercut to the jaw. He laid on the ground, unconscious, as other guys pulled him out of the ring. Once he woke up, I went up to him and apologized for hurting him to badly. He said it was fine, and told me I was a great fighter. I patted him on the back and walked away.

I met up with Ryder and we watched the rest of the first round together. We sipped on our water bottles to stay hydrated. I helped him single out others weaknesses, so he could use it against them if they were matched later.

As I glanced over the crowd my eyes landed on this skanky looking chick trying to get Ryder's attention by pulling down her shirt and glaring at me. I nudged Ryder and nodded in her direction.

He looked at her as she strutted our way in the shortest mini skirt I have ever seen and red stilettos. Her cleavage was falling out of her shirt, literally. As she neared us I started to smell the most god awful stench, it smelled like sweat and some sort of nasty flower. It was absolutely fowl.

"Hey, baby." She squeaked and sat down on his lap. I internally laughed at Ryder's face. He looked absolutely repulsed by the walking STD on his lap.

I figured it was time for me to swoop in and save the day when she started nibbling and purring in his ear.

I stood up and laughed. She looked at me with a murderous glare.

"Umm. No, Bitch. Get off my boyfriend. I am positive he doesn't want your STD infested ass on him."

I grabbed her by her arm and pulled her off of him. She landed her ass on the floor with an 'ooff'. I giggled as she whimpered and kissed Ryder on the lips.

She pulled herself off of the ground and said, "Fight me you bitch."

"Fine. Get some acceptable clothes on and I will find an open ring, whore."

I walked away, pulling Ryder with me. We found Mike talking to the director of the fights.

"Hey, Mike. Some bitch who was hitting on Ryder wants to fight for him, is there an open ring?"

The other guy responded, "Ring 3 is open."

"Thanks, dude." I replied with a smile. Mike messed up my hair and we walked down to ring 3. Barbie le whore was strutting around in a bright pink sports bra and spandex that was 3 sizes to small.

Ryder kissed me before I hopped in the ring with Cunt-osaurus rex. The announcer yelled out, "Katrina Delamonte vs. Black Mamba."

We sized up. Katrina was about 5 inches taller than me and 20 pounds heavier. Her stance was wrong, she did not bounce on the balls of her feet. I could tell she had never been in an actual street fight in her entire life. Maybe a cat fight or 7, but nothing serious.