When I found the place the guy was talking about, I quickly went inside. The cheering crowd was music to my ears. It felt like forever since I had fought.
When I found the bar, I saw a guy about my age handling the drinks. I quickly walked up to the bar and sat my bag on it.
"Where can I sign up?" I questioned the guy. He just looked at me with a raised eyebrow and went back to fixing drinks. Now this pissed me off. I hate how every man thinks that because I'm a girl, I can't fight. Well I'll show him. Sexist bastard.
I slammed my hand down on the surface of the bar. I smiled in satisfaction when he looked up startled.
"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly, but I'll say it again. Where do I sign up?" I asked again with an irritated sigh.
"Over there," he pointed over to a wall behind him, rolling his wary eyes.
I smiled sweetly, and quickly signed my name. When I turned around, I saw the guys from the coffee place smirking at me. I grimaced and took off my hoody. I had on my sports bra that I used to train in. I asked the guy if I could put my stuff behind the bar. He said yes and pointed me to a room to get dressed in. As I walked I ignored the guys' stares. When I got in the room I changed into shorts and tennis shoes.
As I walked out of the room, I noticed that the guys were standing there waiting and talking.
"When do you think Brett will show up, if he even does?"
I tuned them out because all I really wanted to do was get on with the fight. Fighting always seemed to be my therapy. To me it was like a dance; it could be graceful or disastrous. I walked past them and into the throng of people who were all waiting for the next fight to start. All of a sudden a man about in his forties stepped into the ring and grabbed the microphone.
"THE NEXT FIGHT IS BETWEEN THE FAMOUS, THE ONE AND ONLY, JAX! HE WILL BE GOING AGAINST A NEWBIE, KAT!!" There was an uproar when the referee called out this Jax dude's name. When a man about the size of an elephant walked into the ring, the crowd only got louder. When my name was called there were a few shouts and claps behind me. Of course I turned around. I rolled my eyes when I realized it was the guys. I turned back around and ran up on the ring and looked to the giant then to the referee. He looked at me with sympathy and started the match. I hate that every man thinks I'm going to lose because I'm a girl. Well, I'll show them who's going to lose. I turned to my opponent and quickly dodged a blow to my right. I did an assess of weaknesses and noticed a slight limp in his left knee. I put a swift kick to it, which made him fall to his knees. It gave me a perfect shot.
I grabbed his head with one hand and landed a fist hard across his face.
I heard a satisfying crunch and dropped him. He lay unconscious while I looked around with raised eyebrows at all the shocked faces. I grinned as I jumped out of the ring and collected my money and bag. I walked out and walked to my bike after slipping on my pants over my shorts.
I slipped on my jacket over my sports bra. I hopped on my bike and put my helmet on. When I cranked my bike, I smiled in satisfaction that I had won that fight. Even if it was too easy.
As I sped along the roads I realized how long it had been since I had last fought or seen Blake.
When I reached the house, I could tell that mom and James were asleep. I quickly parked my bike and walked inside. I headed straight for my bedroom. When I walked in the room, I quickly stripped. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was fast asleep.
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The Bad Girl
WerewolfKat is known for being rough around the edges, but no one knows why. No one but her best friend, Blake. At the age of only seven, her dad died tragically. Her mom noticed a dramatic change in her that was concerning. In light of her new behavior, t...