The Fighter

Chapter Two

The Crusher, as Adam called him, was scary. Like, ex-military scary. Okay, so the military isn't exactly scary, but when you basically have a thousand scars, muscles the size of a tank, and the head the size of a cantaloupe, you're scary. I looked at Adam and he gave me two thumbs up and mouthed a quick "good luck" to me.

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him. The bell signaling the fight to begin rang out and we both circled each other, both waiting to see if the other will make the first move; soon enough, he got bored and threw the first punch straight toward my face. I quickly moved and did a double jab to his newly exposed right flank and smiled when I heard a grunt in pain, and quickly assessed him after I pulled away.

Right side is weak, leading him to rely on the left leg. Dominant right arm, left leg; the handicap on his right causes him to tip slightly when kicking, ultimately causing him to fall in the process. He rammed into my stomach causing me to grunt in pain, but I quickly landed both my elbows between the shoulder blades, causing him to fall on the ground.  With a small groan, the man stood once again and went after me; letting him get in a couple of hits, I simply shake my head at him and turn him swiftly into a choke hold.  The man attempts to get me off of him but it is more like the scene from Princess Bride when Wesley takes down Fezzik, the large man stood no chance going against me.

Tap out, tap out, tap out.  Let me take you down.  The man begins to slow down but I don't stop until he stops moving all together; releasing him quickly, I check his pulse and drop my head in relief when he's still alive.  I look to the ref and nod and a series of groans and disappointed shouts echo through the room.  Looks like people lost the dead pool today, whoops.

"The winner is everyone's favorite...Raven!"  Jumping out of the ring quickly, I make a B-line for Adam who was watching me with a worried look.

"Okay, so I may not have told you everything."  I cross my arms and raise a brow in a "no shit" look.  "In my defense, I know you need the money and you wouldn't have taken him on if you knew about his actual stats."

"He's a marine!"  I sign quickly.

"I know but he said that he needed the money!  He knew that he was going to lose and was going to use that money to get back onto his feet!"  I stare at him in disbelief.

"How much?"

"Ray-"

"I asked how much."

"A fourth of your winnings to help him out along with two hundred from my winnings."  I nod in approval and walk over to the marine that is now starting to wake up.  He looks at me with a startled expression as he looks at the amount in his hands.

"I didn't know this many people betted on my loosing."

"They didn't," Adam responds.  "The majority of that is from her, she has a soft spot for the military and tries to help them out the best that she can."

"Well, thanks, kid."  I nod and pat his shoulder as I move past him to the dressing rooms.  The arena is busy, everyone clustering around to get a look at the girl that took down the tank; the freak that took down the best with little trouble and laughed in the face of danger and mafia bosses.

"You have fans."

"Send them off, I need to get home."  Adam nods slowly and runs his hand down his face in frustration, he doesn't like that I don't see my fans but I can't allow them too close to me in fear that they see who I am.  The fighters have a sort of conduct code where we protect each other no matter the feud that we have unless someone has proof of relation to them; here, snitches really do end up in ditches.