Trouble in Hell

Chaper 1: Lone Wolf

"To our left, we have our crazed fighter, The Black Night!" The crowd roared when my opponent entered the ring. "And to our right, we have our tricky two-time champ of the Midnight Tournament, Trouble Maker!" The gate in front of me opened and I walked through. About over a hundred people screamed and yelled at me to win this and not let them down. When I got in the ring, I wave uninterestedly to the crowd without looking at them and turn to my opponent.

Her brown eyes were locked on me and blond her hair was in a messy bun on the top of her head. She wore a black sports bra and black shorts almost like mine. She was a little bigger than me but not so intimidating.

"Alright fighters, it's simple. I want a good clean fight. The first one to tap out, get knocked out or unable to get up loses, the winner gets all. No cheating, gender rules apply. Got it?" We both nodded our heads still taking in the appearance of each other. "Okay!" The referee stood straighter and took 3 steps back. "Fighters shake hands."

Black Night and I shook hands but instead of letting go she yanked me forward and whispered into my ear, "I'm gonna snap you like a twig." And pushed me back letting me go.

"Okay," I answered and we both got into position.

"Fighters..." The referee yelled and the match bell rang, "Fight!"

We circle around for about 10 seconds till she lunges at me with a right punch which I dodged and reflected. She stumbled back a little then used her other hand to try punching me again but I dodged it again then bent down and swept my leg under her making her fall to the floor. She quickly got up with a look that could kill on her face.

"I don't think you are fulfilling your threat, Black Night," I said as we circled around again, while she tried to grab me and every time she failed and I'd punch her in the stomach.

She gave up after her third attempt and let out a war cry, charging at me. She pushed me till my back hit the rings, allowing me to bounce up and knee her in the stomach. She doubles over to the side, giving me enough space to punch her in the face. I moved to punch her again but she dodged it and caught my fist. She wrapped her other hand around my wrist and pulled me forward then kicked me in the side. I flew to the side and hit the corner of the ring, falling painfully on the floor. I flipped to my side to catch my breath and looked up at her.

"Tap out, pretty girl." She snarled.

"Thanks for the compliment but I'd rather not. So no."

She let out a grunt and tried to kick me. I dodged, rolled out of the ring and back in threw the other side then kicked her in the back. I stood up and we exchanged a few punches and kicks from there till I found an opening. I twisted my right leg through her legs and elbowed her in the side, making her crash to the floor. I walked to her and sat on her pinning her down, pinning her down and knocked her out with one strong to the temple.

The crowd went wild as I got off the Black Night and stood next to the referee, keeping my eyes on the floor. "Ladies and gentlemen, she will be moving forward in the Midnight Tournament once again! TroubleMaker wins!" He shouted into the microphone and lifted my arm up. Paying no attention to the crowd as always, I walk out the ring and to my changing room, shutting the door behind me.

I sat on the bed and pulled out my water bottle and an ice pack from my gym bag. I drank some water and put the ice pack on my side, closing my eyes as the cold temperature touches my burning skin, soothing the pain. I sat like that for a couple of minutes then changed swopping my black shorts for sweat pants and pulling a sweatshirt over my sports bra.

A knock was heard on the door and I went to open it. A shady man dressed in all black had a thick brown paper bag in his hand and lifted it up to me which I took gratefully. "Congratulations, Trouble. Your prize."

"Thank you, Uncle Miguel."

"See you tomorrow in training, okay?" He smiled.

I nodded at him. "Yes, sir."

"Enjoy your night."

"Thank you," I said and closed the door. I turned, stuff the paper bag at the bottom of my gym bag then put a black hoodie on and left the little changing room.

Allow me to explain why I just beat the shit out of someone for a brown paper bag. A brown paper bag of two hundred dollars.

Hi, my name is Tessa Hudson and I'm a teenage underground street fighter named Trouble Maker. I only fight for good reasons like money for my family, self-defence, to let out stress and anger.

Okay, not all are good reasons.

And when I'm angry, I'm capable of killing but I have enough self-control not to, I'm afraid of killing. My fighting life is a complete secret to EVERYONE except the man that trained me, Miguel and my best and only friend, basically family because she's also a street fighter. My family thinks I earn my money as an employee in a clothing store uptown.

I live with my older brother, Daniel and younger sister, Allison, that's it. Don't even worry about those sorry excuses for parents.

It's not worth your time.

I'm the only one in my family who has baby blue eyes and light brown hair that I apparently got both from my mother, but never walk around in public like that unless I'm fighting or with my family. When I'm alone, in a crowd or at school, I hide myself using brown eye contacts, freckles and thin-rimmed fake glasses. My friend is the only one who knows both my personalities as one person and I never wear my disguise near my family, I don't want them knowing.

When I am myself in public, I get looks from all kinds of men and I hate it. Once one tried to rape me but he didn't get far. I'd be surprised if he was still alive today. I might have hit him too hard that day. Kinda odd to see a security guard pulling an angry 15-year-old girl off a 30-something-year-old unconscious man near a supermarket.

He was the perfect example for people and taught them a good lesson that day. Don't mess with me or my family.