The Time Keeper

Chappa 4

Chapter 4

Amelia's Pov

I was now on my fourth match for the night, not even feeling a sweat or loss of energy. I could go on all night.

I was the most feared player in this club. No one knew me, but only heard of me. Just the way I told my manager I wanted it.

They do get shocked however, from my small figure and innocent appearance. But I don't let that keep hanging off my shoulders. I brush it off, and do what I always do.

Fight to win.

"On our left. Weighing 150 pounds." The ref stated as he pointed over to the huge man. "Big Mike."

The crowd started cheering, yelling taunts to kill me. Some just yell out smart ass comments my way. Not that I'm complaining, some of their comments were quiet creative.

"And on our right. Weighing just above a feather." The smart ass ref stated as he pointed my way. "Mini." 

Most of the crowd laughed, from how our fighting names clashed as opposites. 

The ref counted down, and once he whistled for us to begin. I was already gone like a jet.

In a blink of an eye I ran up to Big Mike, climbed from he's knee then swung my legs on he's neck, twisting all my weight to the side so he would fall. 

Which he did.

I then quickly locked my legs onto he's neck while he was still down, punching him furiously as he started to lose oxygen.

That's when he tapped out and it was time for second round.

He took a few minutes to catch he's breath, get a drink and talk to he's manager. While I just sat on my stool glaring at him. I guess he could feel my glare because he turned and caught me gaze.

I then smirked an evil smirk as I lifted my chin up, exposing my neck. Letting him be reminded of what I did on the first round.

He only clenched he's teeth as he stomped upwards with anger radiating off him. While I knew I got the reaction I wanted.

Because anger will never let you win, so he was bound to lose this match. 

Not that I mind.

When the ref counted down again, I only smirked as I was preparing myself for he's expected move.

The whistle blew and he came and punched me in jaw, just like expected. He punched me repeatedly, but when he threw he's last punch. It was strong, it made me turn my head to the side.

But while he's fist was still on my jaw, I turned my neck slowly. Giving him a wide smile.

"My turn." I said with a evil cheery voice. Watching in satisfaction from how he's expression morphed into fear.

I punched him in the ribs, going low to give him a hard upper cut. Making some off he's teeth fall out.

Gross.

I then wiped the small blood I got on my face from he's hits. As the ref whistled for the match to be over. Seeing that Big Mike had to go in an ambulance for he's broken jaw.

"And the undefeated winner is, Mini!" The ref yelled over the speakers as the crowd cheered.

I only frowned at how the crowd can just change so quickly. 

"You did a great job out there kid." My manager said as he threw me a bottle of water.

"Don't I always?" I replied with a smirk, but the old man only chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. You never seem to seize that ego-ness of yours." He replied with a small grin.

"Now come on, your brothers and Aunt are waiting for you at home." I smiled as I jumped out of the ring and followed Uncle Charlie to the truck outside.

We never knew our parents, we didn't have anyone. But one day Aunt Linda and Uncle Charlie found us. Took us in and treated us like their own.

Uncle Charlie was a wrestler when he was younger, so he made sure my brothers was taught. It was something he was passionate about. Teaching people what he loved.

Noah and Ricky loved learning how to fight. They boasted so much about how good they were, that I wanted to follow in their foot steps.

Although Aunt Linda disagreed, Uncle Charlie couldn't say no when he saw my strength. He praised me everyday for how strong I was. He told me it was nothing he's ever seen before.

As if I had the strength of a hundred men.