Chapter 155
I gave him a right hook to the temple to divert his attention from his side so that I could land another blow on it and it worked.
When he was no longer covering the spot I kicked him on, I bent down and swung my fist on to the same spot again.
I was so focused on hitting the right spot that I didn't see his foot flying towards my abdomen.
"You bitch!" He roared as his foot connected straight to my throbbing midriff and I went flying backwards, sliding against the ring's floor as I curled myself onto a ball to nurse my bruise.
Fuck that hurt!
When I heard him coming, I immediately tried to get up as quick as I could but I was too slow. He took hold of me dragged me up by my hair that was tied into a ponytail.
"You're going to pay," Cole seethed as his fist landed on my abdomen once again, causing me to gasp for air violently. The pain was blinding and I could feel myself get lightheaded from it.
On instinct, my feet kicked around violently when he continued to pull on my hair to get me on my feet. It connected with his shin and he cursed loudly, his grip on my hair loosening.
I took the chance to land another hit to his bruised side.
"Screw you," I spat as I ran towards him and jumped as high as I could, landing on his shoulders and bringing him down with me, my feet wounding up around his neck and I tightened the lock my legs had on me as he gasped for air and started scratching my legs.
I gritted my teeth against the stinging pain that came with Cole raking my legs with his nails it only fueled my determination further as I strengthened my choke on his neck.
The second I felt Cole go limp, I immediately let go and scrambled away.
A man ran into the ring and quickly checked Cole's pulse. When he nodded to the host, I let go of the breath I was holding.
He's alive.
It was a risky move to start choking him like that but he gave me no choice.
I was certainly not the Black Widow to his Hulk, that's for sure.
The host rushed to announce me the winner as Cole was taken away on stretchers. That was when I finally tuned into the crowd. I barely noticed it but it had gone deadly silent when there was a possibility that I might have killed Cole with that finishing move.
When the host finished announcing that I was tonight's winner, I rushed down the stairs, away from the ring.
I moved away from the ring until the cheering from the crowds was faint enough and I could hear my thoughts.
My senses came rushing back to me as I went to the changing room where I left my duffel bag. I started limping lightly as my leg throbbed from where I kneed Cole on the face and kicked him for what seemed to be 20 times.
My midriff throbbed even worse after the abuse and strain it endured. I could feel tears gathering in the back of my eyes as the pain started to overwhelm me after the effects of the adrenaline wore off.
How the hell was I supposed to survive the finals?
But I had to. For Cole's family.
It was odd that I almost killed the guy no longer than a few minutes ago and now here I was thinking about how I should win this competition for him.
I must've gotten a huge blow on the head in one of my early fights.
I sighed to myself as I bent down to pick up my duffle bag and winced as I straightened back up. I set the bag on the bench and took out my water bottle, drinking all of it in one go.
I started taking out the first aid kit that I brought from my bag. The blood that oozed from my wounds have already dried up but I wanted to make sure that it didn't get infected.
An infected wound will not help my case right now. My next fight was probably next weekend.
These competitions may be dangerous but they wanted entertainment for the spectators. They weren't sensible enough to not give their fighters time to heal from their previous beating session.
I wiped my sweat off with the towel I brought and started cleaning up my wounds from the scratches before changing into a shirt, a leather jacket and some jeans. I stored my dirty clothes in a plastic bag and put them back into my duffel bag.
I was still sorting my things out, trying to find the keys to my bike when I heard the door open and quickly turned to face it.
No matter how many times I've been here to fight, I didn't think I'd ever be able to feel comfortable or secure with all these dangerous strangers strolling around the place.
However, the person I saw on the door was someone I very familiar with.
"Adam?" I asked in disbelief.
