Ep.06
506 Words
“Emmalyn’s POV”
“Clark would definitely win.”
“Woah, here comes the owner of the grand prize.”
There were a few comments. I was literally feeling alive again. I was in between my supporters. People who appreciated me.
When the ongoing match ended, the host announced my name. I went hopping inside the cage.
A man who was ten to one taller than 7 feet entered inside the cage. His fans weren’t few in number, as I heard loud applause for him.
“The Devil is here. Who will win? The devil or the goddess of martial arts? Let’s witness from our eyes.” The host kept shouting.
He had a golden badge attached to his outfit and was showcasing it.
He was a champion whose name I got to hear a few times back in my former mafia gang.
He's over proudness towards the badge made me want it and make it mine. I decided that would be my target.
When the referee rang the bell, he was the one to make the first attack, as I was lost in the thoughts of my parents.
He positioned himself behind me and wrapped his large muscular hand around my neck to the rear neck choke, causing me to realize I was inside the cage.
I held his arm and tried to subside the force as I was gasping for air in a short period of time.
I knew holding his hand would be of no use.
I united all my fingers and puckered it like a beak and attacked his abdomen from the back.
He winced in pain, causing me to loosen the grip around my neck.
I took the chance and then the fish hooked his nose. I made sure to apply enough pressure, making his nose bleed.
“Take this b***h,” he growled in anger and kneed on my abdomen, causing me to bend in pain.
He grabbed my body at my waist and turned me on top of him. He threw my body on the floor, making it hard to expand my lungs.
I lay comfortably on the floor and closed my eyes as I needed a break. When I did so, pictures of my parents came across my mind.
I was with them. We were laughing while singing and dancing. I enjoyed the moment until the devil fisted my hair and made me stand up to my heels.
I heard his supporters cheering out of joy. I didn’t focus on the game until I heard my supporters, one by one, kept motivating me.
“Come on, Clark.”
“Show him what you got.”
“Go for the badge.”
The words forced me to fight back as I love my supporters. I couldn’t let them go down.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I pointed my finger inside both of his eyeballs, causing him to cry in pain.
I properly grounded myself and took the position while extending my leg far at his chin.
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