ANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND HE'S OUT!

Ding Ding Ding

Ding Ding Ding mother fucker!

Leda was not impressed watching a man dance in the middle of a cage then yelling profanity like he was the shit. She rolled her eyes looking over the screaming crowd, lower than rubbish, she thought to herself as the small man was wheeled away with blood dripping from his right hand. The other man still standing was named CRUSH, not a big surprise, he was a little orange from fake suntan and his bubbly attitude would make any womans panties wet. He smiled big and continued to yell while some little mexican wet his back with a bottle of water.

The bids are up! The first person who can knock out CRUSH get's 2 mill! Who got it?!

Bring it on PUSSIES!

Leda rolled her eyes to both men. Swaggy would be upset that she was even standing in a crowd of people watching this let alone saying she would fight against someone three times her size. She leaned against the wall, the real reason she was here was to get fight moves down, not play with money and watch people bet on rubbish. Suddenly, a voice called out from the crowd and a hand was raised, she turned, an opportunity to learn maybe? Doubtful...

How about someone with a pussy?

You think you can take me?!?!?!

You think you can do more action and less talking?

A girl, you could tell by the voice, stepped out of the crowd with a black scarf wrapped around her face showing only her eyes. The girl was shorter than CRUSH, less built, she was dressed in high heels for god sake and a dress. Did she really think she had a chance?

Do you have better shit to put on than what you have on right now?

Let her wrestle in it, I need to see some and she don't got no panties on.

Whistles called out from the crowd.

And she doesn't have any panties on, and no I brought a bag.

Then get your pretty little ass to the back and let's get this shit started!

The girl pushed her way past a few butt grabbers and onto the back. Does she really think she can pull this off? Leda thought for a moment before sighing and getting ready for a show she would not forget.

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Are you mother fuckers ready for a fight!

More cheers went off around Leda and she just shook them off looking down at the ring covered by a cage. CRUSH Stood in the middle of the caged ring with a smile on his face while the girl began to walk out of the crowd dressed in a pair of black shorts, a ripped up white wife beater, black wrestling boots, and her hair was pulled into a blonde long ponytail that bounced with her walk. The black scarf was still wrapped around her face revealing only her eyes and pony tail. While everyone was paying attention to the blonde, Leda was paying attention to CRUSH.

Tonight we have the blonde babe, the black scarfed assassin, ....

The man turned to the blonde and whispered in her ear, shot up an eyebrow, and turned back to the Mic shrugging.

BB! If you can stick it out in the ring and kick the ass of CRUSH you win yourself 2 mill!

Ya right.

I'm going to CRUSH you!

The bell rang with an eye roll from the blonde girl.

Ding Ding Ding

With the ding came a hit to the face of the blonde, she was sent to the ground holding onto her jaw from outside of the scarf. She started to get up and was pulled up to her feet and tossed into the cage, bouncing off and hitting the ground pretty hard. CRUSH let out a loud yell and Leda looked around at all the screaming men and women enjoying the hurt of another human. The girl didn't give up at this point however, she used the wall to get back to her feet and ended up rejecting a hit by CRUSH before sending one of her own. She sent her fist into his chest and he shook it off like it was nothing, the crowd laughed at her attempt needless to say. CRUSH Came back with a hit and she fell back on her bum before looking up into a big boot. Blood gushed out of the black scarf as CRUSH pulled the blonde up by her ponytail. He dangled her in front of the crowd, smiling.

CRUSH HER CRUSH HER CRUSH HER!

The girl barely looked like she could stand another hit from CRUSH let alone a drop. CRUSH sent her into the wall of the cage before she put her legs around his midsection and pulled him to her. This caused CRUSH to push her into the cage more and her to push off allowing her body weight along with gravity to do a lot of work in sending CRUSH on his back. The Blonde pulled away from CRUSH and grabbed his leg. She was soon kicked away but tried to send punches to the face and body of CRUSH. With each attempt to hit CRUSH, the poor girl got a hit back and was sent to the ground. The rips in her shit were becoming very noticeable and her Pink bra was beginning to be the only thing covering any part of her upper body. Still, she never gave up to Leda and the crowds surprise.

Had enough?!

Not in the slightest mate.

A beautiful British accent rang out of the womans lips as CRUSH looked in complete shock. The woman stood to her feet even after being dropped on her neck by CRUSH. Cuts, bruises, even signs of possible broken bones shown on her body. CRUSH darted for the woman, enraged by her persistence, and speared her into the cage, picked her up, and sent her on her back. The crowd yelled, cheered, and the girl laid on her back motionless. Her chest never once moved and if you ask the people around they will tell you they heard a loud crack and that the woman stopped all movement. CRUSH put his hands in the air and yelled wit the crowd, that was until his legs were ripped from under him. CRUSH was sent to the ground and the woman was back on her feet. She helped pull CRUSH up and sent him into the cage before wrapping her legs around his neck and flinging him around. CRUSH was sent into the mat as the girl sent her boot into his face repeatedly. Blood gushed from his nose and other parts of his face with every boot to the way.

NO!

The crowd began to boo, the announcers mouth was wide, CRUSH was motionless, and the woman was ruthless. She ran her nails down CRUSH's face causing more blood. At last, with her bloody taped hand raised high in the air, she sent one single kick to CRUSH's genitals and the match was over. CRUSH gave in and the womans hand was raised.

THE WINNER BB!

Boos and cheers were sent out from a loud crowd as The "masked" woman stood in the cage.

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Hey kid.

A mans voice echoed in the women's bathroom. The man who kept things going for this fight club walked up to the "masked" woman. Money was in his hand and a smiled drawn on his face.

That was one hell of a show out there. How did you do that?

The woman turned to him, scarf still on her face.

You never let your guard down, even when you know the match fancies you. You never know who you are facing until those last few moments in a match...You never know who might prove to be a bloody good show in their last few moments. Even a girl can kick the arse of a man three times her height and weight.

The man nodded his head and handed over the money to the woman. She looked down, counting in her head before looking up at the man.

We would like to have you come back in, CRUSH was undefeated until now. Would you like a job?

No, I have one, I come here for fun.

Well, if you ever need another one here is my card.

She looked down at the crad, taking it and looking back up at the man, nodding.

What does BB stand for anyway?

Baby Britt.

The man smiled, nodded, shook the woman's hand, and walked away. She sighed and began to unwrapped her scarf over a near by sink. Blood dripped from her mouth as she removed layers of black. When it all was removed, she looked in the mirror. Bruises covered her face, along with a new accessory, a black eye. She washed off the blood and started to pat the black eye with a cold rag.

Swaggy is not going to be happy about this.

Leda rolled her eyes as she turned to her bag and pulled out her old clothes, a black dress and heels. Once full dressed she began to leave the building that held the fight club in it Before she did leave however, a man stopped her, not looking at her face.

Remember the number one rule...

Don't talk about fight club, I was told that the first time I came here and fought, turns out it isn’t just joke. Cheers Mate.

A smile formed on Leda's lips as she left the building to a sunny outside. Sunglasses covered her black eye and her heels clicked to the movement of her walking. A pink bag hung from her side, bloody tape hanging from the side of it and money peaking out from a small pocket in the front..