Dogfight

Fight part one

   Today I'm to fight Kyro. He is a ruthless fighter and has been fighting now for longer than I've been here. The last few months they have been putting me with anyone they think might be able to kill me. Why you ask? Well let me fill you in.

         *Flashback*

   Today is my eighteenth birthday and Cora my second wolf is jumping around my head bouncing of Cozbi making her growl in annoyance. Cozbi is more of an introvert where as Cora is an extrovert however since Cora came along we can't let Cozbi out because if people knew there were three of us instead of just two we would no longer be allowed to live another day we would be on the chopping block then and there. I'm already considered one of the strongest women here with my aura bringing the strongest to their knees if I allow my full essence to be released but that's against the rules. I'm six foot one inch and I'm built like I brick s**t house in not going any where. I have long dark mahogany hair with a few waves through the middle that I braid before a fight. My eyes are green with an olive complexion. I'm not trying to brag but I am the picture of beauty. 

   I pull on a pair of black spandex Capri that hugs my form showing off my toned round ass and since I'm not here for a beauty pageant like most the women who step into the ring I wear something a little more realistic like my black wife beater. I have my hands taped up and ready for action. I am wearing a pair of black and purple high top tennis shoes with my mouth piece throwing a few punches into the air readying myself for my fight. Today I'm going up against a dwarf named Borgur. They may not be the smartest or fastest but they are strobe. 

   Borgur was a dwarf with long wiry red hair and beard with the dwarf metal armor he was allowed to use to even up the score between us. Borgur has only been here for a couple of mobbed but I've seen his fights. He is sneaky and doesn't fight fair but I refuse to let him win after what he did. Borgur's crime was against a fairy whom he mutilated while she was alive because she turned away from his advances. We heard the announcer call Borgur and sigh as I grab the door to head to the arena. I walk down a dimly lit hallway before reaching the door to the ring. 

   Every time I get ready to fight I get nervous. Maybe it's because one of these dates it will be my last. I grab the door handle and turn it slowly listening to the chanting people on the Irene side of the door. "Messy Jessy, messy Jessy! " I hate how I got that nickname but I'm glad I'm still alive to hear it. Once I come through the door I see borgur in a corner glaring at me while the crowd roars in approval for me. 

   "The announcer goes over the rules but I don't pay attention. I'm to busy trying to find who's wearing that delicious colon. I smell pine covered mountain tops with a hint of leather until the sound of the bell brings me back to reality. I shake this feeling of being watched off as I circle the dwarf and try to get the dwarf mad to throw him off his game. 

   "Make your move... booger" I say with my hands protecting my face when I smirk thinking of a petty way to get him pissed off and this surely does the trick. The dwarf is now taking shallow heavy breaths and his face is red as a vein protrudes from his neck, shaking with anger. 

   My name is not booger... it's Borgur!" Yells charging at me swinging his ax. I throw my head back and laugh knowing my plan worked perfectly. I jump up and grab the roof of chain link fence swinging over the dwarf as he now looks as if he's going to have an aneurysm. The dwarfs armor is unpenitrable so I have to find an opening in his armor which I found under his left arm.

   After running around for a bit and pinning him on a mat I extended a claw and  carefully inserted it under his arm in between the second rip up. The look on their faces when I take their lives will forever haunt me. After the life leaves the dwarf I let his body hit the ground and race my hands in victory but my face is void of emotion. I'm walking around the cage as watching as the crowd goes wild and then I see a beautiful man with Coal black hair, built like a viking with caramel skin. He sets on his throne looking down on the rest of us and I stare back at him as he does me letting him know I won't be scared. 

   Later that evening after I clean up Chronos who is the son of the founder of the games and apparently my mate comes to my cell to chat. I lay on the cot with my back to the wall and one leg dangling off the side of the bed. I'm fiddling with my fingers waiting to here my mate re just me and he says nothing but those dreaded words.

   "I Chronos Fitz of vile creed reject you Jessica Locksley of black crow as my mate" He stands there wanting to see my pain and even though it hurt like a son of a b***h I smiled at him and said 

   "I Jessica Locksley of black crow except Chronos Fitz of vile creeds rejection" with those words I seen him double over holding his chest and couldn't miss the opportunity to add insult to injury. 

   "I'm glad you rejected me because if I'm being honest seeing how you handled the acceptance I wouldn't want to be stuck with a p***y like you the rest of my life." I watched him as my words filled him with pain and it slowly turned to anger but all he did was turn to walk away. I started laughing like the mad woman I am holding onto the bars as tears slid down my cheeks and I heard the doors slam with such force it shook the dungeons and I held my head high knowing I got to him that bad.