Wings

No Offense

The school day was uneventful.

First class: slept
Second class: slept
Third class: test
Fourth class: slept, woke up when she accidentally snored
Lunch: Ate and wrote down notes on her opponent
Fifth class: slept
Six class: slept
Seventh class: slept for half, prepare the other half

Harley walked to her car and drove home, listening to her pump up playlist. She walked in and her father just nodded at her, knowing she was getting her head on the game. She went upstairs and undressed, getting into the shower and turning the heat up so high her skin was pink when she got out.

Back in her room, she stayed in her towel as she laid out her ring outfit. Tight black pants, a red sports bra, and black combat boots with red laces. She went to her vanity and pulled open her drawer. An hour later, her father knocked on her door. Her face was painted like a mask, her arms covered in intricate marks that peaked from her clothes

She stood and walked to her father. "Let's get this circus psyched up," she smirked.

. . . . .

The UGC was totally packed. They knew that the famous Harlequin was up for a chance at the title belt. Her opponent was someone named Hawk, and he was already in the ring. He was huge, built only of muscle. Dark tanned skin, angry eyes, and a speedo for a uniform.

The murmur of the crowd quickly grew as Harlequin's entrance began to play, the song "Circus for a Psycho" blaring as she ran to the ring, smirking at Hawk.

She was light and quick, dodging and landing hits occasionally. 'You got this, Har... You got this,' she thought to herself, feeling him fade a bit.

She kept dodging and landing hits.

Dodge.

Dodge.

Jab the ribs...

Dodge.

Dodge.

Hit the small of his back...

She went to dodge again, but she was caught off guard when he grabbed her wrist.

'Oh no.'

He was ruthless, slamming her against the canvas without mercy and tossing her like a doll. She cried out in pain with each hit. As she laid on the canvas, he stood above her and smirked. "I can't believe a little girl like you thought you could beat me," he muttered. "Sorry, but you're finished in this town. No offense."

She watches in slow motion as he pulled her arm outstretched and dropped a heavy knee on it. She heard the snap, felt the white hot pain, and screamed. The ring was silent as Hawk was pulled off of her and medic ran to her side as well as her father. She cried as she was carried off, paint smearing down her cheeks.

Deep in the forest, a body lie still save for the twitch of a finger...