The crowd was deafening, storm of shouts and flashing lights as two fighters faced off in the cage.
There was a male fighter looked like he'd been through war, blood poured from a cut above his eye,dripping into his mouth. His ribs ached, his hands were torn,the bandages soaked dark red,every breath came in harsh gasps.
Across from him, the young female stood just as bruised, her cheek swollen, a thin line of blood running down her temple, her lower lip split. She was hurt, clearly but remotely calm. Her breathing was steady, her eyes cold and focused.
He glared at her, trembling with anger.
"Of all the thing to lose to... A girlll?!"
She said nothing, not even a word.Her silence stung worse than any hit.
With a growl, he clenched his fists and lunged. A jab cut through the air,she leaned back. He feinted a side kick and stomped at her chest,the impact thudding hard and forcing her backward against the cage.
He laughed, wiping the blood running from his nose. "Got ya!!" he exclaimed,
rushing in to finish it.
But she was ready.Her hand shot up, catching his arm mid-punch, twist, pivot as her knee slammed into his face. The crowd gasped as she dropped low, legs locking tight around his neck, dragging him to the ground.
He fought, thrashing, veins bulging. She winced, her ribs hurt, blood trickled from her mouth but her hold stayed firm cold. His struggle slowed as his breath faltered.
Then stillness as the crowd did as well.
"We have a winner!!!!" The commentator shouted over the roaring crowd. "The new ruler of PMMA.... The Queen!")"
She released him and rose slowly, breathing hard, bruised and bloodied but unshaken. Her gaze swept the arena once, then she turned and walked out of the cage, calm, quiet, victorious.....