In one of the locker rooms....
I finished wrapping the bandages around both my hands, I squeeze them into fists.
I'll rather die than lose this match. Daddy dearest will have my head if I don't.
Oh well.
I heard the door open, Bosili my coach and manager entered with a big smile on his face. What's making him smile this time?.
"I've got good news" He started while tightening the bandages wrapped on my chest.
"Your opponent is really fine" he said, placing the back of his hand on his forehead with his eyes closed.
I roll my eyes at his antics.
"How's that gonna help me win the fight Bosili"
"Oh its not" he walked rapidly over to me. His hands lay on my shoulders, he winked at me before turning me over to face the mirror.
"Look at yourself Snowball, you're beautiful and strong. You're the only teenager without a boyfriend and as a fat- I mean guardian its my job to get you one" he finished.
I saw him flash me a smile and I sighed dejectedly.
He spined my chair away from the mirror. Nice, make me nauseous before the match.
"look at it this way. You win, show him whose boss but do it with elegance and he'll fall in love with you ". He twirled like a fifteen year old clasping his hands together.
I smile inwardly before standing up.
"I don't think love works that way bunny" I stated before leaving my locker room.
"Oh, like you know anything about love!" I heard him shout .
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Give it up for the blazing fire!
The indestructible!
The undisputed ,undefeated! Tylerrrrrr Reigns!! .
Having a record of forty wins!, zero loss, weighing three hundred and fifty pounds!.
Going against him tonight is ..... Snow li having a record of s-
I placed my hand over the mic, shaking my head in disagreement to the announcer who in return nods his head in understanding.
I don't like it when my records are out for my opponent to know, I like it when they underestimate my strength because of my body and statue.
I tighten my mask around my face even if my hair do is enough, I don't want my birthmark showing.... ""Your damn cursed face won't bring ya any success don't even dream it" I can still hear his voice in my head and he is damn right nothing good has happened to me every since my mum died thanks to this freaking mark on my face.
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Facing my opponent, He doesn't look so bad.
He's huge, balded, golden teeth, arms looking like they were made of brick .
Oh dear
The legs snow, go for the legs so he won't be able to stand properly which is gonna give us enough time to kick his ass.
I smirk as my mind feeds me a sweet strategy to defeat Tyler .
Bing, Bing, Bing !
Let the game begin.
We both send each other an intense look of our own allowing the silence from the crowd take its place.
He charges at me with full speed, while I remain calm and await the moment.
He throws a punch and I dodged it, he kept throwing punches which failed to meet any part of my body and I refuse to hit him.... Yet.
He got tired, his speed? gone and I'm just warming up.
I dodge his punch for the last time before climbing on the rope of ring.
Balancing my self on the rope, he runs to come get me and I fly off the rope to give him a tight left kick to the jaw, the sounds of jaws breaking reverberates in the arena.
I land gracefully on the ground waiting for Tyler to walk up to me.
He sways and staggers a bit, still reeling from my kick.
He tries to get ahold of me but fails for he could not see clearly and I took that as an opportunity to slide my right foot over his legs and he falls flat on his face.
He shakes his head and growls at me... Oh! Oh! Someone is angry.
He rises back up quickly and reaches for my ponytail right before I could run. He's faster than I thought.
He flings me out of the ring to the commentators table resulting to my spine breaking but it's smaller to what I've received from my step father so I absorbed the pain.
While Tyler kept hyping himself in the ring, beating his chest loudly like a mad gorilla. I spot a pool stick under the ring and I smirk.
One thing about this game is that there is no rule, which could be a curse or a blessing but right now I would pick the latter.
I pretend to be weak and took my time crawling back to the ring secretly breaking the pool stick and hiding it in my booth.
The tearing sound of my shirt reaches my ear as Tyler grabs me by the collar into the ring.
He lifts me up, smashes his head against mine repeatedly setting off a ringing sound to in my head.
He threw me to the corner of ring and sprinted towards me, I took this as an opportunity to ram the pool stick into his left thigh but it did nothing to him. It played out well in my head.
My feet leave the ground as he carries me up by my throat, choking me in the process. My body turns cold, I start to wheeze, struggling for air.... No! I can't lose this or I'll have to face my step father.
His big burly hands wrap tightly around my throat, lifts me up and slams my body down at the center of the ring.
My breathing comes out ragged and blood starts pumping to my brain again but I can barely see, even the crowd's cheering for Tyler became faint and distant.
Tyler climbs up the rope and before I could move he landed right on top of me. And lemme tell you, it didn't feel so nice.
I lay motionless on the surface of the ring, reeling in the pain of my broken ribs.
The countdown starts.
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