The side of my head explodes in pain as I take the hit. If it had connected on my chin I think it might be lights out.
I pull back, stunned, and then Charlie charges me, taking me to the ground. I can get him to half-mount but still he keeps trying to punch the side of my face or head.
Fuck!
This is not how I fight. The last time I fought with him I was trying to outlast the fucker, but he got me. I hate this plan, and I can hear Max now raging on my side of the cage, telling me to get the fuck back up!
Charlie throws a couple more punches to my head, and then a couple at my ribs. He is really trying to wear my ass down.
I roll him to the side and he goes for an arm bar. It’s not locked in though and I push him off fully, scrabbling backwards. I get my back to the cage and stand up.
We circle around the ring with each other for a moment, then he pulls back after I land a glancing blow to the chin, but I am unable to take advantage.
“ONE MINUTE!” I hear Chase bellow out to me as Charlie’s corner does the same thing.
I spare a glance to my corner and grin at Chase, fuck the plan. If I am going to fucking win or lose I want to do it my way.
“Fuck!” I hear Chase say with a laugh at my back. I don’t know if it’s a laugh at me or Charlie but I don’t care.
It’s my turn.
I charge to Charlie and swing for the fences at his head. He gets an arm up but I get him in the side with my hands. I don’t punch like a fucking pussy, and he knows it. I swing again and this time connect right above his eyebrow.
He swings for me and I take the blow to my temple as I swing again for his head. I don’t feel the pain nearly as much as I did earlier. I laugh just a little, and Charlie gets a startled look on his face. That’s right fucker, I like pain too.
I keep pushing with my punches and kicks. I get right inside his guard and keep trying to land blow after blow.
I am taking a shit ton of punches myself, and feel just a bit dazed as I hear the loud ringing of the bell.
Pulling back, I laugh again as I shake my head. Charlie calls me a fucking nut and walks back to his corner.
I stand in my corner until Max puts a stool behind my knees and he pushes me down. Rolling my neck, I hear a couple of pops. I turn towards Mandy’s seat and see her there with a very worried look on her brow. Shit. I don’t know if I want her to see me getting hurt like this. I don’t know if she wants to either.
“What the fuck?” Max asks loudly, and I focus on him as I hear Chase behind me grouching very loudly.
“I want to fucking win.”
“Then work, bitch,” Max grins at me.
I had been staring over his shoulder at Charlie, but I have to look Max in the eyes after that.
“Did you just fucking quote Britney Spears to me?”
Shrugging his shoulders, “It fits. So work, bitch.” Then he slaps my face to get rid of my stunned expression. “Let the fucking Demon out.”
He stands and motions for my stool as I stand with him. I move forward and my hands begin to get the twitches I love so much. I roll my wrists a little, he’s right. If I want to win, I have to be the Demon.
The bell sounds again and I stride straight up to Charlie and motion for him to bring it. I’m ready to stand up to this fuck.
He slams me with a punch to the cheek and I can instantly see the spot over his brow is cut, blood is wanting to come out. I swing for that fucking spot, I wanna see this fucker bleed.
Charlie probably won that first fucking round, but I am ending this one. He keeps trying to pop me on the chin but I am able to deflect the blows or guard against them.
I see the cut is slowly opening on his head and it inflames me, I want it to fucking open.
Time seems to slow for me, and I see that as we are turning away from the cage wall, his left side is drooping just a hitch.
It’s all I need.