Katianna's Fighting Chance

Chapter 1

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"Kaitanna, please don't try and kill our customers, I really don't have time for your bullshit today" Brody said sighing. I couldn't blame him for talking to me I was pushing our new customer, Mackenzie, pretty hard. I just wanted to make sure he knew his place.

I glared at Brody, I was a woman of little words. Trust me I had plenty to say, but no one listens anyways. What's the point of wasting my breath on someone who's not worth it? I looked away and gave Mackenzie one more punch, he finally was able to block a punch. My work was done for the day. Saluting to Brody I walked out the door, the bell jingling on my way out.

When I first walked into Greed, I knew it was the place I had to work. I flash-backed to my first day at Greed.

Grabbing the "help wanted" sign in the window I walked over to the counter. I slammed the sign on the counter, scaring the shit out of the receptionist. She seemed to have gathered herself quickly and called the boss, Brody. He walked out, gave me a once over, and hired me on the spot.

I didn't have to say a word. That was two months ago and I still haven't said a word, he tells me what to do and I do it, times ten.

I focus back on walking home, crossing the street I run into a guy. He looks down at me and smirks.

"Princess, if you wanted some of me, you could've just asked" he says blowing his hot breath all over me, it smelled like shit. He reaches down and grips my ass, rubbing it hardly. I lean in, pretending to be into it, before I pull my knee straight up to his family jewels. He wasn't worth my words.

He falls to the floor in pain. I take my shoe and slam it against his skull so hard, I can hear the crack. A second later I can smell the sweet stench of blood. Son of a bitch.

I continue into the street and everyone moves out of my way whispering in fear. I roll my eyes, that was clearly sexual harassment and no one stood up for me or asked if I was okay. People are fucking stupid.

Reaching my apartment door, I unlock it and slowly walk in. My apartment is a shit-hole, I'm not gonna lie, the walls are a creme color with blood staining them every once in awhile. The brown carpet is grimy and crunchy. I could afford a better place, but I deserve to live like I feel, shitty.

I take a shower and change into different workout clothes. Heading back out of my apartment, I hang a right and walk up to a dark house. Knocking on the door I feel my stomach churning in excitement. I was ready for blood... and pain.

The door opens and a man in his thirty's with dirty blonde hair and balding patches asks a question I've become accustomed to. "Fighter or prostitution?"

I raise up one finger signaling the first option, he smiles and motions me past him.

"Welcome back home Kai" he whispers. I belong in a pit, fighting to death. I've forgotten how many people I've killed. How many have screamed for mercy. How many people tried to tap out. How many people had real families. How many people had real love.

The California fighting rings were dangerous. It's fight to the death, no one survives. There's only one rule and that's flesh to flesh and nothing else. The consequences for breaking that rule was worse than death.

"Welcome to the California Fighting Rings" the announcer yells over the screaming crowd.

CFR was my home.