Fighter Chick

Chapter 1-Spotty Roxy

"In this corner we have a boy, one who is young, 16 maybe, and a newbie. Has 4 years of self defense lessons, but let's see if that will pay off" Marcus the 'ref' of the Street Brawlers, describes my opponent.

"And in the next corner, we have a regular, a natural, the young, the gorgeous, 'Spotty' Roxy!" I smile at my nickname. I got it last year, when I was 16, it seemed, as still does, that no one can lay a hand on me, and I'm all over the place. I'm spotty, never standing still. I walk out into the makeshift arena in my running shorts, and my purple sports bra, with my blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, and I am met by an audience screaming my name. I look and see money being exchanged--bets being made. Almost all of them are probably in my favor, I've been undefeated for 27 fights straight. The fights are twice a week, too. I look at my opponent, and I walk over to shake his hand. He has buzzed crap brown hair, with even uglier brown eyes. I extend my hand and say, "I'm Roxy, good luck." I like to have an honest, fair fight. However, he recoils like my hand is a snake. "Mike. And I don't need luck to beat a girl" I drop my hand and sigh in exasperation. I hate that guys are such egotistical, vain jackasses. The only reason guys exist is to make children, and be good kissers. Other than that, I see no use for them. I shrug, comment about how it's his loss, and walk away. I turn my head to see him smirk at his buddy in the crowd. Oh, he's getting it now. Marcus holds up his crudly painted checkerd flag, and announces we have one minute to prepare. I grab my black tape, and start taping my hands, when Emily comes over. "Hey Roxy, good luck."

"Thanks Em, I'll try my best" she pulls me into a hug. I think about how weird this is considering neither of us are a touchy person, but it makes sense as she whispers in my ear, "kick his ass, yeah?" This is why Em is my best friend. I smile.

"Alright, Fighters, get ready. On your mark, get set, fight!" He waves his flag. Mike and I get into a dance, where he is talking trash, and I'm waiting to see if he's all talk.

"Oh, little Roxy Woxey can't take the heat? Wanna go cry to your mommy? You need some water for that burn?"

"Are you all talk and no game, kid, or what?" Marcus says. No matter what he tells me, Marcus always has my back. Besides, with that, Mike steps forward to punch me, but I'm not there. I easily saw what he was going to do and now I'm behind him. I tap him on the shoulder, and when he turns around, I punch him in the face, and he falls down. However he does get up a bit sooner than I expected, and he punches my jaw. Looking up, I see his smirk on that wretched face. I smile back. I punch that smirk off his face before he registrars what's happening. I put my arm around his neck, and lock him in a choke hold. Then I sweep my feet under his legs and slam him to the ground. He gets back up, but I round house kick his ribs. He goes down and doesn't get back up. Marcus calls fight and proclaims me winner. Em is smiling and cheering, and putting my money in my bag. I walk up to Mike and his friend and say, "yeah, I think Mikey Wikey needed that luck, because Roxy Woxy just kicked his ass." God, I hate boys.

Go check out my other book: forever alone

Teaser:Roxy goes back home

Update:by Thursday

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