Elliots fight

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Ok my names jessica and i hope you like the story vote comment and most importantly... Enjoy;D

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Elliots pov

" ELLE ELLE ELLE ELLE ELLE!" The crowd roared my name as i ducked and smashed my right fist dead in the face of my competitor. My face dripping sweat all over my gloves making them slid right off his bruised cheek with ease. The bell rang signaling the end of the second round so i went and cleaned myself up a little. I can't afford an actual coach or my own personal medical staff so Im very skilled in the medical area saves alot of money mostly because the other girls are always getting scratched up.

Hearing the chime of a bell in my ear i rose to my feet ,all was quiet in the stadium ,its the third and final round of the match. The bell rang and i started raining down punches on my opponent. The reff dragged me off him and threw me in a corner of the ring.

As i got up i heard a loud depressed sigh and looking into the crowd my eyes locked with a pair of brown eyes , instantly leting my gurad down i gazed dreamily into those brown orbs of honey. Suddenly as I blinked I felt a blow to my side and my face hurriedly kissed the ground.

My left hip burned with pain as it dislocated and I desperately tried to get up but gravity dragged me back down again. The reff saw that as a forfiet " the winner is ROC ROYAL!!!!" I lowered my head in defeat and crawled back to the locker room.

I washed the gel out my hair and let it hang down then changed out my basketball shorts and tshirt into a hoodie and sweat pants. Grabbing my bag i limped out the back door so im not seen.

O yea let me tell you im a girl but i have to dress like a boy in order to fight which isnt hard with all the scars and bruises......

Walking around the corner a breeze envelopes me into a hug and i shiver and limp faster remembering that rynos sick. I slid under a gate and jump through the window of the familiar brick building falling on the floor i got up silently, tiptoeing to the back of the church and getting a blanket then walking as normal as possible into the pulpit and drapeing it over rhynos sleeping figure. I sigh and take a seat on the floor exausted from work as i close my eyes i hear a crash and i see a pair of black Vans in my vision......

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