Kiss My Ass by M.G. Rayne
Chapter One
Reika
“C’mon reaper! You got this, knock his fucking head off.”
“Kick his ass, knock him ooouuuut”.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I think as this beast keeps smashing his huge fist into my ribs. The bastard must have broken them, my breathing is becoming heavier and I’ve got black spots in front of my eyes. Fuck that’s gonna be a bitch tomorrow
Now it’s getting close to the time I have to drop like a sack of shit and act like I can’t continue, big man’s orders, “The little girl must lose!” It’s like a podcast on repeat in my head. I hate this. I don’t lose. I’m undefeated and having to throw a fight because the boss man is worried about his grandson’s ego pisses me off. Apparently, it’s already been dented by having to fight a “little girl.”
I wouldn’t normally fight more than once in a week but a woman’s gotta eat. That’s why on a Sunday night I’m here at a rundown warehouse in the middle of nowhere, in a piece of shit cage that smells of piss, shit and old blood. I really need to learn to concentrate, I barely managed to jump back out of the way of a roundhouse to the stomach. The screams and shouts from the crowd are on another level tonight. Rocco, the fight coordinator, doesn’t usually pair male and female fighters together. The one rule of the house is that women fight women and men fight men, but when the female fighters kept refusing to fight me, it was a case of fight men or don’t fight at all. Hence the reason why I took the order to get my ass beat so my pockets were filled with bills at the end of this.
Round after round, the big man is starting to slow down. It's obvious he has never had to go so long in a fight. Jesus, he needs to work on his cardio if I’m messing him up like this. Ha-ha, yeah as if I’m just a woman, the stupid twat hasn’t realized yet I’m just messing with him. My usual trick is to run rings around my opponent so when boredom sets in, I pull out my finishing move. A nice combo of a fake kick to the stomach and followed up with a superman punch to the head. Yep, that baby makes them drop. Doesn’t matter how big they are, they always kiss the floor.
Looking at Rocco from my position in the ring. I can see from his eyes he’s begging me to do it, to drop and finish this. It has already been going on longer than it was supposed to.
Big man takes advantage by body slamming me to the mat, following with a knee to the chest so I cannot move while he rained bombs to my face. Good job my guard’s as solid as it is, or they would hurt. He hooks his left arm around my neck and spins us, so my back is to his front in a chokehold grip. My hand is tucked over his arm under my chin which stops him from getting any leverage to put me to sleep. Yeah, yeah, I know I really should give up, but pride is a bitch, and I can’t seem to bring myself to do it.
“Do it,” Rocco screams from outside the ring.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Big man whispers in my ear.
“Dooooooooo it,” Rocco screams again.
“You are holding out, baby, just so I keep my hands on you, mmmmm bet you love it, don’t you?” Who the fuck does this dude think he is?
“C’mon, sweet cheeks, move ya hand and I’ll make you feel damn good after.”
“Like fuck you will. You aren’t my type, fuckface. I’d rather pour battery acid into my eyes.” Good job Casanova here can’t see my face, it’s kind of obvious I wanna make him swallow his adam’s apple and watch him turn blue, hmmm that thought alone brings a sadistic grin to my face.
“You cheeky little bitch! I’m gonna teach you a lesson after this, doll face. I will fuck you one way or another.” He licks the side of my face from jaw to ear then sticks his tongue in my ear. My skin turns cold and a violent shiver works its way down my spine. God, it is disgusting.
“For fuck’s sake, Reaper! Stop fucking around, get it done,” Rocco screams from the side.
I turned my head slightly to the right, keeping my hand in place to look at him, I knew his hair would be a mess and eyes wide. This is making him nervous. I'm unpredictable. Rocco doesn’t know that this fucker behind me, who is currently grinding his cock into my ass, has just threatened me. And no one, I mean fucking no one, threatens me and gets away with it.
Time to teach this bastard a lesson.
I slip my hips from the centre of his body to the right, so my ass is touching the mat. I laugh. I cannot help it as my adrenaline is running through my body full force and my mind has gone quiet. Anyone who knows me knows if my brain goes calm, you’re fucked, I am about to go ninja on your ass.
After the elbow to the ribs, he has realized I am done playing, I switch my hips again and dick punch him. He screams like a girl. “Damn,” I said, jumping up. “Music to my ears.” He is red faced and rolling around on the floor. I dive on top of him and start raining my punches to anywhere on his body I can reach: jabs to the face, stomach and a right hook to the temple. Oh sweet, that one dazed him. I jump back and stand in my corner. I want to finish him while he is on his feet. I tried to do what Rocco wanted but the boy pushed me too far.
Fuck my money.
Fuck following the rules.
This bastard is going down.
“Bitch!” he screams at me as he slowly stands up.
“What’s up, baby? Did I damage your crown jewels?” My laugh could send a shiver down the devil’s spine, it's cold and heartless.
The crowd is going wild. They can feel the change in the atmosphere surrounding us. They’re out for blood. They know this is the end for him or me, only one of us is walking out of here.
Big man roars as he runs at me, all caution gone. He’s lost his temper. Rookie mistake. You learn growing up and brawling to survive like I have, you never, and I mean never, fight angry.
I sidestep and sweep his legs from underneath him and spin out of the way to the other side of the cage. He jumps to his feet and charges again; I spin and land a jab to the side of his head. He grabs my right arm and tries to twist it, but I drop to my knee and kick him square in his kneecap. I hear a crunch. With a grin on my face, I move to the other side of the cage and wait. Any normal fighter with a knee injury like that would bow out, but not big man, he’s got a God complex. He pulls his ass up from the mat and stands the best he can, which isn’t that good considering he can’t put much weight on his injured leg. I’ve had enough. I charge him and lean out of the way of his outstretched arms and jump, my right foot above his right hip and I use my momentum to get my left leg over his shoulder, I throw a right hook to the side of his face and bring my right leg up and over, so I’m wrapped around his neck. I hook my left foot under my right knee so I’m in a triangle chokehold, throwing my upper body back to dangle. The movement happens so fast that big man is pulled forward into a roll, I hold on and push my hips just enough that he avoids me, but I still have him in the choke. I increase my pressure on his neck while Big man tries to pull my legs away. But it’s no use, not enough oxygen is reaching his lungs and his strength is fading. I could easily snap his neck in this position but not the best idea considering Rocco is screaming at me like a man possessed. He knows as well as everyone else here this is over. Not one person makes a noise while waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
I apply more pressure, choked gasps come from him, I kind of feel sorry for him, he knows it’s a lost cause. He can’t get out of it. I add a touch more pressure and strike, left fist to his nose and right to his temple. That is poetry right there. I land it perfectly. Big man is out cold as soon as I connect. I unhook my legs, roll him to the side and stand. The crowd is silent for a moment and Rocco looks like he wants to kill me. He better get in line. Big man isn’t going to be happy about this. The crowd screams and it’s chaos. They loved the bloodshed.
I get a cold shiver down my spine, you know what I mean, the type when you know someone is watching. I try to look around but all I can see is the crowd jumping and screaming. I investigate the dark corners, but the light doesn’t reach that far. Not seeing anyone, I think to myself it's obviously my imagination.