Perverse Riches

Chapter 3

Soundtrack: Save Yourself -The Veer Union /Bring Me Back To Life - Ht Bristol, Charlie Bannister, 911

"And tonight's fighters aaaaaaaaaare Lilith the first demon!" There were more people tonight, I noted when I entered the pit in my red spandex catsuit. Bets started going around the room, which Jonathan dutifully wrote down. He wasn't happy to see me back, but I needed this. My body was shaking the entire ride here with excess aggressiveness and edginess. My mental song started playing as the competitor appeared on the opposite side of the room.

"And Heeeeeeeeeerculees the olympian!" He seemed normal sized at first, but with each step the man dwarfed me further and further. I had never felt so small in my life. Focus! It's you and your opponent, nothing more. Michael's warning snapped through my head and I did as ordered, focusing. This guy was about two meters tall, his long hair was oiled, it would slip through my fingers if I grabbed it. He was dressed in an open vest and jeans, with construct worker steel cap boots. Alright, shit. One kick in the right place and I was gone, possibly dead. I grinned. The added danger spiked my adrenaline and everything went sharp and slow mo. In the pit there are no rules. Fight well, and fight dirty. Michael's voice kept counselling me. I jumped slightly and started dancing and weaving around on the balls of my feet.

"FIGHT!" The people started screaming their encouragements but I was now deaf. There was only this man and me. He attacked, knowing as well as I that he could crush me with one blow. Cool enough, I jumped out of the way and the guy crashed face first against the wood ring around. He turned around with a roar of rage and a bleeding nose. So, Hercules had a temper huh.

"Yoohoo, eh huircules," I mimicked Bugs Bunny. "Are you hurt? Already?" He came my way like a freight train without breaks, but I ducked his punch and elbowed his kidney. Ouch. I stepped back several times to a safe area, utilizing all the space at my disposition. Hercules turned back and started trying to calm down. No! I couldn't allow him to!

"How does it feel being kicked by a girl?" I provoked, dancing closer and further away. Don't stand still. Always move.

"You're a lightweight." He derided. I grinned unashamedly. I was the lightweight that was going to kick his ass, that's what. He narrowed his eyes at it and threw a punch. I made a move to dodge, but he immediately countered. I feigned, he fell for it, I ducked, swung, got away. He turned, growled, came running. Everything was fast now. He swung a feint, I jumped back, he threw a kick, I jumped over, he came my way, I jumped between his legs, turned mid motion and kicked him in the nuts. He fell to his knees, and time resumed back to normal. I got up and jumped over his shoulders only to turn around mid-air and land facing him. He was red and breathing hard but in another few moments he'd get up twice as mad and stronger with rage. I couldn't allow it.

"You bitch." He spat. I kicked his face with enough strength to hit the nerve and he fell out cold. Win.

"The winner iiiiiiiis Liiiiiliiiiiiiiith!" A hand came down the pit and I took it to climb over. This pit really made justice to the word pit. It was a waist deep circular hole that could hold around twenty people sitting in a circle leaning against the upper level. It was hastily dug however, and there were smooth parts, rocky parts, and muddy parts. I was lucky to have been able to avoid the mud.

Jonathan called me over with a head gesture. "S'up mate?" I was still breathing hard from the fight and overheated, so, to Jonathan's surprised gaze, I unzipped the catsuit until the waist and tied the arms around, revealing a deep red sports bra. Jonathan swallowed.

"Congrats. Whether you win or lose, you've won fifty thousand tonight." What the!

"Excuse me, did I just hear right? Fifty thousand?"