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"You're nearly an hour late!" Callum groaned, walking towards me, annoyance written all over his face.

"I made it didn't I?" I rolled my eyes, tossing my gym bag onto the bench.

"Yes, but your opponent isn't one for waiting,"

"Well she shouldn't of wasted her time coming here to lose anyway so it's her loss,"

"True, but the money drops when you're late Addison,"

"I know and I can't control my hours Callum,"

"I know, just please get changed, get warmed up and kick her ass,"

"Alright," I laughed, grabbing my stuff out of my bag, "how much on me?"

"$28,000 to $25,000,"

"So she isn't that bad?" I asked, changing in front of him. Callum was like an older brother to me. He was the one that got me off the illegal street fighting and trained me up to fight within this league. I owe him a lot but he knows I'm thankful for him.

"She's descent," he shrugged, watching me in the mirror, "Got an obvious right hook, flinches her left shoulder before she strikes,"

"Cool," I noted strategically.

"Good luck kid," I changed into my spandex and started taping my knuckles. I didn't get nervous before a match. I'd never really gotten nervous. I guess growing up on the streets makes you tough. I tied my hair up into my famous French braids. I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Let's do this," I whispered to myself with a smirk.

"Whomping Willow! Whomping Willow!" I made my way into the room. The crowd was large tonight. The audience was loud and chanted my name. I smirked to myself and climbed into the fighting zone. I was more than ready for this to be over. I was tired for work and had a 3am start tomorrow. I watched as the girl came into the ring. She was taller than me by a lot. She must've been at least 6' where I was a small 5'7. She had her black hair tied in a high ponytail. Her grey eyes were dark and haunting. I sighed before getting ready to fight. It was a shame I was about to mess up her gorgeous face.

"You know how it works. First to three points wins. Get points by either knocking the player out, you cross the lines or fighting till one pleads mercy. Good luck girls," and with that the fight started. I made sure to position myself in the centre of the ring so I had the upper hand. With her round the outside, if I charged at her she would cross the line for easy points. I kept my guard high, keeping low in my stance. I'll give her this, she was built but not as much as me. I watched as she flinched her left shoulder so I knew exactly what she was going to do. I ducked and swept my foot across the ground, cleaning her up. Once she fell with a loud thud. I straddled her and sent three punches across her face. She took every punch but rose her hips up to throw me off of her. I quickly rolled and stood up facing her again. She had a glow in her eye. I decided to throw two kicks and a jab at her. She blocked the kicks but was surprised by the jab when it hit her in the face. When she looked away I quickly kicked her hard in the stomach and sent her over the line. The referee blew his whistle and signalled that I got the point. I jumped up and down before preparing myself again. I took a few deep breaths, watching as her coach cleaned up the blood from her lip. She ushered him away and wiped the sweat from her brow and crouched down again. The whistle went and she spent no time attacking me straight away. I blocked all of her jabs and snuck a kick in, sending her to the floor. I tackled her and let my arm wrap around her neck. The referee watched us closely because we all knew this was a deadly tackle. She struggled to get out of the hold but I wasn't choking her. She hit the floor three times which I thought was pathetic considering I was going easy on her. The whistle blew and I had another point. One more and this fight was done. The whistle went and this time she moved around stalking me. I stalked her back. She wasn't going to attack so I sent two spin kicks at her face, which she blocked and sent a kick straight into my ribs. I fell onto the floor, feeling my ribs crack under the pressure. I was completely stunned that she read my kicks so well. I was about to get up when she sent another kick into my ribs. I yelled out in pain, but I wasn't about to lose this. She tried to get me in a lock, but I was strong enough to push her off and kick her clean across the face with every ounce of strength I had. She had fire in her eyes now. I got up, trying not to hold my side that was aching so bad. She wiped the blood from her nose. She looked ready to kill me and we both knew she had the upper hand because she had wounded me.

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