And here it is….the brutal and gripping conclusion..enjoy.
The place was fuckin’ electric, thought Betsy as she walked through a crowd of people and then up the steps, she climbed through the middle and top ropes and she knew there was no turning back now. If she tried to she would no doubt get torn apart.
Tank cracked her knuckles, she wanted this old bitch and she wanted her bad. Wanted to break her face.
The two fighters looked each other over. A look of pure evil and malice on Tank’s face, one of calm on Betsy’s, considering what she was facing, that was quite something.
The bell went…it was on. Full on.
Tank moved fast and crashed a hard fist into Betsy’s chin…
“Nnnnnngghhhhh…..” Betsy fell back into the ropes and Tank was on her….right, left and right…..
Janice closed her eyes, her friend was getting slaughtered in the first few seconds…
Betsy tried to cover up, her face was red from the punches…she had to do something or she was dead. She kicked out with her right foot and straight into the right knee of Tank, she heard something click and the punching stopped.
Tank held her knee and looked enraged…
Now, Betsy’s mind screamed at her…
A hammer like punch and another into Tank’s face, her head snapped right to left…the power and force was more out of panic and desperation more than anything else….Tank stumbled back, forgetting about her knee. She recovered quickly though and ran back in with a wide swinging right. Betsy fell back onto the ropes and the punch missed her.
BAMMMMMM
CRACCCKKKKK
Two solid lefts into Tank’s side and at least one rib had cracked. The young woman held her side and breathed deeply.
The crowd was on it’s feet, the Prime Minister was loving this.
“Come on, kid, let’s see what you’ve got.” Betsy taunted Tank and she couldn’t believe that she was doing that herself.
“You….old….cxnt.” Tank spat out. She came in with an elbow which caught Betsy solidly in the face, a cut opened on her cheek…
BAMMMMMM
A hard right and a left and now it was Betsy’s turn to take some.
“You wanted this, hope you like it.” Tank said, slamming another punch into her opponent’s face…
“Fight back, Betsy, for fuck’s sake fight back.” Janice screamed at her friend from ringside.
Betsy could hear her words. The young brutal brawler was stood over her as she pummeled her.
CRACCKKKKKKK
A head busting uppercut sent Tank onto her back….she shook her head…and looked up at the high beamed ceiling….
What the fuck, she thought.
Betsy grabbed one of her braids and pulled her up to her knees.
1.…2.…3 solid punches crashed into Tank’s face….her nose was broken, her lips cut and an eyebrow had been opened like a can of beans….blood poured onto the canvas….
“Come on, kid, let’s see how you look.” She lifted Tank right up. “Oooh, not good. Let’s do something about that.”
CRRRUNNNNNCHHH!…..Betsy’s headbutt spread Tank’s nose all over her face….
The girl stumbled back and she held her face.
Betsy walked over and kicked Tank’s stomach and this had the effect of bouncing her off the ropes and straight into a cruel backfist into her right eye. She fell to her knees..
Betsy was systematically taking this girl apart. She grabbed one of the hair braids again and brought her left knee into her face. Tank’s head snapped back. Betsy smiled and slammed her knee again.
“No…..I…..no……” Tank spat out a load of blood into the canvas and looked up at Betsy.
“Oh, you want me to stop?” Betsy asked, smiling.
“Y-yes…..I…I give…” Tank held her hands up…
“No mercy” Shouted one from the audience. “Break that young cxnt.” Shouted another.
“You hear that, sweetie? They want you done. I can’t let them down, no offence.” Betsy winked at the young girl and blew her a kiss.
“No….”…Tank tried to pull away.
SLLAMMMMM
CRACCKKKKKK
BAMMMMMM
Three of the hardest and cruellest punches Betsy could find in herself impacted with the force of a truck into Tank’s face… she let go of the girl’s braid and Tank fell back….bleeding all over, her green camo’s soaked red in her own blood.
Betsy threw her hands in the air and did a victory lap….
Tank crawled away and tried to get out under the bottom rope, her right eye was completely closed and her left wasn’t far behind.
Betsy turned around and saw the girl trying to get away.
Janice watched her friend walk over to the fleeing fighter.
Betsy reached down and grabbed both braids. She pulled back and dragged Tank back screaming, the sound rang around the large hall…
“Please, no….no, I give, no more.” Tank cried and screamed, she was terrified now.
Betsy got on one knee behind Tank and put her arms into position for a classic sleeper.
This got a good cheer from the crowd.
“Nnnnggghhhhhnnnoooooo” Tank managed to get out, Betsy’s arm around her throat.
“Time to go sleep, kid. Sweet dreams.” Betsy applied the pressure and Tank kicked and struggled…..until she just passed out. Betsy shook the girl, still holding the sleeper in place, Tank’s arms flopped around.
She released the hold and Betsy stood up. People were on their feet. Applause and money was thrown onto the canvas.
She put her arms up in true victory and tonight the whole place knew that a star was born…
A born fighter.
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Jane..xx
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