Blaire ✔ (Not edited)

Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 2

Beads of sweat rolled down my face, making my raven black hair stick to my face unattractively. The adrenaline rushed through my system with so much force that made my head spin.

Come on Blaire! Beat him up! I encouraged myself as I regained my balance and delivered a fatal kick to my opponent's ribs making him cringe in pain.

I smirked wiping the trail of blood that oozed from my busted lip.

I scanned his body. He was triple the size of me with numerous cuts, bruises, and a few nasty gashes.

"Finish Him!" the crowd roared as I kept punching him over and over again as he doubled over in pain.

I took a tiny step back, just enough to catch my breath but not enough for him to escape. He dropped to his knees and looking up at me through his bruised and battered eye.

I took my breadth in tiny gasps but gaged as the nasty odor of blood and sweat filled my lungs.

My eyes fixed back at my opponent as he trembled which I sure knew was not because of the cold. Fear and mercy begged in his eyes. I shook my head and smirked.

"Don't scream too much when you wake up" I whispered loud enough for him to hear in the hollering crowd. His eyes widen and realization as he shook his head vigorously. "P-P-Please" he managed to choke out as his apprehension took over his mind.

I just shrugged. "Sorry, buddy," I mumbled before delivering a strong powerful kick to the base of his neck. He was knocked out cold on the gag-worthy arena's floor.

The crowd went wild as I smirked and scanned their faces. Most of them were men with just a hand full of women. All covered with tattoos and piercing's portraying their badass image warning others to keep at least 10 meters radius away from them. Some were happy, some feared, while some just stuck to their guarded expressions.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... put your hand together for our semi-finals champion... The Persian Devil!" the referee sang and raised my left hand up. The crowd went wild once again and chanted my fight name.

I waved at everyone in the crowd and hopped out of the ring before heading towards my room that had 'The Persian Devil' written in bold letters in a golden star.

I pushed the door open as I stormed into the room. I slammed the door shut behind me before I headed straight towards the shower.

I removed the sweat and blood covered shorts and sports bra and removed my mask and contacts that kept my identity hidden.

The hot water relaxed my sore tensed muscles and helped me ease the pain away. I cringed and hissed when the water came in contact with the left side of the stomach.

I cursed to find a nasty deep gash sitting there.

Well, I could just expect to escape with just a few cuts from the nasty brawl I had there.

I quickly showered before I nursed my wounds and changed into comfortable attire. I sat on the bed in front of the mirror.

I fight for an illegal underground street fighting organization that not everyone except for the fighters and other interested people know. This was hosted by a rich dude. So, the place was rather extravagant and secured.

All the top fighters had their own room attached with a bathroom in the building which I was really was grateful for, cause without that it will be either risking to shower with all the men here or walking down the street covered with blood.