all or nothing

'go knock his nuts off'

i pulled my dark brown, almost black, hair back, tight in a high ponytail.
i looked in the mirror to check over myself. my thick winged waterproof eyeliner was still in place nicely, my eyebrows slightly filled in darker then usual and my once electric blue eyes now a dark brown, thanks to coloured contacts. perfect. just the way i always looked here, completely different from how i usually would out in the 'real world'.

"Har? we're coming in now girl" i hear a familiar voice call from outside the girls change room. an 'okay' slips out of my lips as i kept staring at myself in the mirror, trying to ready myself for when i have to walk out there, in front of a huge crowd, like i've done so many times before. large hands make their way to rest on my shoulders, as the owner of the hands stands behind me,
"who am i up against?" i turn around to face him.
"he goes by, 'The Terminator'." Mitch says.
i scoff, rolling my eyes.
"wow isn't that just original"
i go sit down to wrap my hands and feet with my white wraps.
"i said the same thing" a voice pipes up from the corner of the room, Jamie.
i didn't need to look to know who it was, his voice was enough indication.
"anyways...." my brother butts in
"from what i saw he's a pretty big dude, are you sure you can take him?" Mitch said his last sentence laced with worry and eyebrows furrowed.
i snicker at him
"is he bigger then that guy from two weeks ago?" i question, though i already know what is to come from his mouth.
"umm... well no."
"still worried about me then?" i cork an eyebrow at him.
"he's always worried about you" Jamie looks up at me, with bright green eyes, slightly covered by his curly dirty blonde hair. that i kinda love.

i look over at my brother, smiling widely and nodding his head wildly.
i roll my eyes at him. i've got a weirdo for a brother.
"it's time to get out there Har" Jamie says as he looks up from his phone.
i nod my head getting up and walking to the door, with the two of them trailing behind. Mitch grabs my shoulder before i have time to turn the handle.

"Har?"
i twist around to look at him
"yeah?" i question.
"go knock his nuts off" he says straight faced before he bursted out laughing at his own words.
"don't worry Mitchy, i always kick ass" a smirk planted upon my face i throw on my hood and swing the door open with the loud cheers filling my ears.

i keep my head down as i walk towards the ring, people moving to the side making a path for me straight to the ring. where my opponent awaits for me, but i just take my sweet ass time, i'm not in a rush now am i?

mitchell held down the rope line as i slip through, the announcer's in the middle of the ring, mic in hand. he screamed "ARE YOU GUYS READY TO RUMBLE!!" the crowd erupts in cheers. some chanting for me, others chanting for the terminator. Ignoring the announcer as in introduces us to the crowd, i check out my opponent, he looked about 6'1 with a buzz cut, brown eyes and buff arms. not bad. this should be pretty easy i thought as a smirk crept on my face while our eyes locked. i could already tell he's going to under estimate me, they always do. he straightened up his stance, puffed out his chest and a confident look on his face as he checked me out. the damn bugger.

the bell signalling the start of the match goes off.
"MAY THE FIGHT BEGIN" the announcer screamed into the mic as my opponent and i circled each other