I fell the ground as my opponent strikes a kick to my stomach. I groaned trying to block his hits. I know I should be fighting back, yet I don't.
It was a mistake I should have never have come here. I need the money tho, it's the only way we can survive. After one last kick, he stopped. You could hear the cheers as he turned his back towards me. Using all the strength I had left, I pushed myself off the ground standing fully up.
"Oh, the pretty little princess isn't done yet" he sneered, turning towards me. I spit out blood getting into fighting stance.
"I'm not done at all" I smirked, acting cockier then usually. I threw a punch to his face, causing him to stumble back from shock. As he was occupied per say, I threw another punch before kicking him in the leg. He falls to his knees with an 'omph'
"Look who's on the floor now" I taunted, before punching him in the temple, knocking him out cold. I laughed loving the feeling of adrenaline, that I never felt before. I walked out of the ring the feeling never leaving.
I think I will love it here!
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Teen FictionSo I write a lot but only little scenes so I'll try...a little I'm not great but I'll make it through. If you have any suggestions just tell me and maybe I will write it WOLFY
