𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

a b s c o n d

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- bridgett devoue

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Althea POV

❝Can we please have a round of applause for...Thunder!❞ The announcer yells to the audience.

I got into the ring and started wrapping up my hands a bit. I wasn't a least bit nervous instead I was jumping up and down in excitement inside. I hadn't fought in a couple days and that usually bother's me. I was known as the undefeated fighter here and so I was famous but I never revealed my identity.

❝Here we have someone new for our undefeated fighter Thunder!❞ The announcer yells.

A huge and pretty big guy strolled into the ring and smirked at my tiny figure. I narrowed my eyes and he winked at me. Ugh, I hate these cocky bastards.

❝It's okay, sweetheart. I'll take it easy on you and then we can go to my place.❞ Buff guy said. At this point, I was irritated and pretty annoyed. I couldn't wait to pound my fists into my face and show him I'm not some weak pathetic girl. I've encountered so many guys like him. Ugh. 

I only smirked at him behind my mask. 

❝Okay, let's start. 1..2.....3!❞ The announcer yells off and right then Buff guy charges toward me like a bull and fool. He should've waited and circled me for a minute or even formulate a plan.

He appears in front of me and starts throw a punch but I easily dodge his hand and throw a punch towards his gut. He stumbles back a couple steps and looks shocked for a second but it's soon replaced by anger. He this time charges at me again but this time he's going for my legs.

 I again dodge and instead pick him up around his waist and slam him down on the mat. I then get on top of him and throw a punch at his face. He grunts when I punch him in the nose and grabs my hair and throws me off him. 

I land a couple feet away and he comes over and straddles my waist. He starts to throw a punch, but I kick him off me and get him into a position where he can't move much. I start raining punches at him at that point. He passes out on the fourth punch. What a moron. I get off him and the crowd cheers me on. Some people come onto the ring and grab the unconscious guy and drag him off the ring. 

❝Thunder strikes again! No one is the match for Thunder!❞ The announcer yells and the crowd goes crazy and cheers. 

I smile and behind my mask and raise my arm in the air. I look around the crowd and my eyes stopped on one group.

The Satan's Son's. They watched my fight. And they looked impressed and determined. What shocked me most was the leader. 

Stormy Eyes was the leader. And it looked as if the his best friends were his second and third in commands. I started getting off the ring because I didn't want to run into The Satan's Son's or they might figure out it's me, the shy nerdy girl from school. 

I winced just thinking about it. I could not risk blowing up my cover at all. I went into the bathrooms and changed, but I kept my mask on. I went out and took a glance and couldn't spot the The Satan's Sons and sighed in relief. I decided to quickly text John. 

To John:

Hey, done with fight. Save money earned, I'll be here tomorrow.

I put my phone and then went through the crowd with my head down. I hurried out the door and looked up and saw the Satan's Sons waiting for me leaning against their bikes smoking. 

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

I moved into the shadows hoping it will keep me out of their sight and give me enough time to sneak away, but unfortunately luck was not on  my side. 

❝Hey, Thunder.❞ said a deep husky voice. 

Aw, fuck a duck.

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