Unloved To Loved | Daerin

Chapter 2

Haerin knew she shouldn't have but this was a matter of survival.

She needed the money, she needed food and a better place to sleep.

Tonight Joe had given her a fair opportunity. At least it would have been fair if Haerin was in perfect fighting condition.

Haerin had hardly healed from her match four days prior. She assumed Joe had made the executive decision to go easy on her.
Joe played this game smart, Haerin knew Joe would keep her around because she was one the best.

Haerin sized up her opponent, a slightly larger and mean looking woman stomped into the ring.

The crowd erupted cheering for her opponent. It seemed Haerin wasn't the favourite to win especially after her last bout.

Haerin was confident this time. She knew if she could put on a show, spill some blood either hers or the other woman's and win she could make some serious money tonight.

She shook out her legs and arm as she waited for the bell, bobbing in place.
The bell rang and this time Haerin wasted no time in delivering as many punches as she could.

She landed a clean left jab and then an uppercut, followed up a right rook then a solid kick to the stomach.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins. She could feel nothing.

She thrived. Fighting made her numb emotionally and physically, she had one goal only and that was to make this woman bleed and then choke her into submission.
Haerin decided she would keep kicking the shit out of this woman's leading front leg.

The leg which her opponent led with, if she could hurt it enough she would be forced to switch leaving her unbalanced.

If this bigger woman was unbalanced, Haerin would be able to take her to the floor.
She had to play this out on the ground otherwise if she left this match to become a fist fight she knew she would lose.

Any chance in the first round Haerin would make sure her foot connected with her opponent's thigh with mighty force.
Haerin landed a left jab and right hook before the bell sounded signalling the first round was over.

She sipped her water. Haerin noted her opponent's thigh was already swollen, she limped as she moved now.

Perfect, a devilish smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.

The second round began and much to Haerin's delight the woman across from her switched her stance. Haerin came in to land a few more heavy punches.

As she went for a right hook again, Haerin's hand she used as a guard slightly dropped, her opponent swung around and landed a punch on her brow.

Haerin could feel the warmth of her blood flowing down her face.
Her opponent had reopened Danielle's stitches, the crowd celebrated at the sight.
Blood was now getting in her eye making visibility horrible. Haerin felt two more punches connect with her head.

She had had enough of this bullshit. She got in close to grapple the woman.
The front leg she has switched to was weaker and less experienced.

Haerin swept her opponent's foot out from underneath her and in one swift movement threw the woman to the ground and straddled her.

Haerin layed down the law, inflecting hammer fists and elbows. Slowly wearing down the woman under her.

She imagined the bloody face of the person below her was her ex's. Blow after blow, Haerin released everything she wished she could have on the man that ruined her.
Then she allowed her opponent to think she was regaining control as a tactic for Haerin to make her final move.