Did someone say Badass?

DSSB| 2

I grunted as a body fell on top of mine and knocked the wind out of my sleeping form. The scent of Johnson body wash and baby oil alerted me that it was Travis who had jumped on my bed and was currently under the sheets behind my back giggling.

"Mommy," he whispered poking my side.

"Yes little man," I turn to face him.

"Jimmy says time to wake up."

"Alright buddy, tell them I'll be right there," I send him on his way looking after him lovingly as I think of how fast he's grown and head towards the bathroom. I lean over the sink as I brush my mouth. I rinse gargle and spit before walking into the shower. I wash my hair and scrub my skin mindful of my bruises from last nights fight. He really did a number on me the big dinosaur.

~Flash back~

I walked into the club looking like I owned the place everyone parted and applauded me as I made my way to the ring. I was in a fairly good mood so I decided what the hell. Why don't I put on a show for the pompous ass who was much like all the others who fought against me at the U.F.C. I was an unofficial pro fighter. Unofficial because I had denied all offers to become pro since I had enough to worry about because the men I fight against never took too keenly about losing a fight to a 5ft 6 girl. It didn't matter that most of them were supernatural their male egos were hurt and then they decide to take drastic measures and threaten my family and that never floats well with me.

I give a small smile and wink at the muscle head before me.

"Hey cutie want to have some fun after I beat my loser of an opponent?" he smiles suggestively and I think I threw up a bit in my mouth. I climb into the rink and take a battle stance.

"Awe babe this isn't the beauty pageant of miss California if that's what your looking for," his supporters laugh at me. But the regulars go silent at the insult.

"Why don't you come over here and let me talk to you real close," I let my eyes darken and my voice lower giving him a smoldering look and his eyes darkens with lust his eyes flashed black and I immediately know that he's a demon. But a low level probably a three or four.

"The first one to tap out or be knocked unconscious will be the loser and let round one begin," the ref rings the bell and steps out of the ring as the fight begins. Muscle head was shaking his head in disbelief.

I walk towards hip swaying my hips and every time he reaches to grab me I move further out of his reach. He starts to get frustrated after about five minutes and swings his fist to hit me. I fall in a split at his feet.

"Whoops," I widen my eyes and roll onto my back and swing my legs knocking his feet from under him and pounce when he falls I pull back my fist and land a blow to his nose and pull it back again to hit him again and he grabs it and twists my hand behind my back trying to break my hand.

"That wasn't a good idea sweet cheeks," he added more force to my arm and I winced in pain. I relaxed my body and prepared myself for my next move, I let my body so limp and his hold loosens enough for my body to get a few inches off of him. I kick up my leg and hit him in the jaw with my boot and he stumble with the force of the blow and I don't hesitate to continue attacking. He was lucky that he was so pumped up on steroids to feel the pain .