I had just gotten into an ice bath and he told me that I needed to get out because I had to fight a guy downtown.
I don't even fight men, I fight my own goddamn gender.
He had been overdoing it with the fights lately.
I was fighting way too fucking much to only be getting 50% of the money.
He'll know when I start my loosing streak.
Or maybe he won't take the hint.
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I sat on the car in the parking garage.
"I'm not fighting over fucking concrete. It's not worth it" I slapped my revealed thighs together, looking down at my black gloves.
"Look at me" Coach demanded.
I looked up, and his open hand slammed into my face.
I know some people saw it cause there was a hushed moment and alot of oooohhh shits and even a he just hit that girl.
He then pointed his ugly finger right in-between my eyes. "You got a lot of money to win tonight, Sayvior. Stop talking dumb shit."
I could feel the heat wave of anger take over me.
I wanted to spit in his face, but instead, I drunk water, shoved my mouthguard in, jumped off car and beat my gloves together.
I rubbed my parkour shoes against the pavement.
A dude stepped up to me, laughing and jumping around like an idiot.
I did an assessment.
Posture: Horrible
Face: Horrible
Shoes: Terrible traction
Mouthguard: Non-existent
Laugh: Attractive
I slid my right foot back and the first round was announced.
"Next time you beneath me, it's going to be different" He winked. "I never fought no girl before"
My mouth fell open, but I bit down on my guard before it fell all the way out.
He laughed at me again.
I was not a joke.
As soon as the word 'Go' was uttered, I punched him right in the teeth and stepped forward two times.
He was surprisingly quick, and punched me in the stomach.
I backed off because I was cramping.
"You got pretty thighs" He teased and shook his head out wildly.
The crowd around us laughed.
That made my blood start to boil.
He stopped before I could swing and grabbed my arm, pressing my elbow in.
I spat out my guard. "Fuck are you doing?!"
"Ferguson, chill!"
Coach didn't say shit.
He let go and I spun around, uppercutting him three times in the chin.
That had his teeth chattering.
He delivered a hard punch to my stomach and pushed me back by my neck, making me fall back.
He grabbed the front of my t-shirt and pulled me back on my feet before my elbow got demolished on the concrete.
"I like how you look beneath me. You letting that nigga slap you around when we could be slapping cheekssss" Ferguson said lowly.
"Stop sexualizing me" I spat.
"STOP FUCKING PLAYING, SAYVIOR!" Coach yelled at me.
Ferguson tapped me in the chin. "Boop"
"No the fuck-"
"I win" He turned and walked away from me.
I went after him, but some guy slipped infront of me. "How you doing, beautiful? Just chill, let it go"
Ferguson turned around. "I'm not fighting you nomore, you can just have the money"
"I didn't win the money so I'm not taking the money. You a bitch for forefitting." I said.
A big wad of cash was handed to me, and I turned to coach. "I'm not doing this shit nomore! You got me looking like a fucking joke!"
"You acting like a fucking joke when you know you could beat his ass!" Coach shouted. "Come on with the money."
I shoved the money into Ferguson's chest and walked away from Coach and the car.
All I had to do was plaster coaches face across the person that I fought, and I won most of the time.
Coach made me so angry that I had a for-sure win, but it didn't end up like that because Ferguson is a fucking joke with a joke ass name.
Coach came after me, but the guys stepped between us.
I clicked on the elevator so that I could get off and a whole crowd of them got into the elevator like they were my entourage or something.
Dude grabbed my hands and took the tape off of my gloves and undid the string.
I moved my arm down and squeezed my wrist between my thighs and took one glove off before doing the other.
I turned away from all of them and tied my gloves together before throwing them around my neck.
I left the wraps on my hands.
"I threw the fight because it would have been a loss for the both of us." Ferguson said. "I fight better than what I did just now."
"You're a real fucking meat head" I spat.
"And you fine as hell. Mmmhmm. I wanna lick you like I lick my fingers after ribs."
I heard a horrid ass laugh and turned around, making eye contact with the dude who undid my gloves.
He stopped laughing. "What?"
"It sounded like someone pulled out a spray bottle and started cleaning the elevator"
He started laughing again, and I turned and smiled slightly.
"She baking! Do me, do me!" Someone else said.
Unfortunately for them, the elevator stopped and I got out.
"Sayvior, that was very rude of you." The dude with the braids asked.
I never told the nigga my name, so why was he saying it?
I walked off. "I didn't ask you how you felt about it. Tell your nigga not to throw the fight next time."
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