The rest of my fights went by quickly, I had women every single one and now I just had to go against one more person and if I beat them, the money would be mine. Usually men don't compete at this joint because apparently beating on women is dishonorable, yet killing people and selling drugs drugs is?

I was still on my phone stressing out as Lilah sent me more photos of her. It was just like when we were dating and I wasn't ready for that, but she's happy and I don't want to ruin that because of my ego or whatever it is making me feel so guilty for not wanting to be with her. I shook my head, I had a fight coming in a few minutes and I couldn't be stuck thinking about Lilah.

"V AND MARISSA YOURE UP!"

I walked up to the arena jumping a little to get my blood flowing again. As I walked into the ring I stared at the other girl, she had this sort of edge to her, a grunge sort of stay away from me or I'll fuck you up look.

She had pale white skin with glossy locks of blonde hair that had been pulled back into two tight boxer braids, she was wearing a pair of blue spandex shorts and a black sportsbra. The muscle definition on her arms was noticeable and made me slightly jealous.

I didn't want her to see me staring and get the wrong idea, so I stared out the door instead.

When the ref told us to "fight!" She didn't approach quickly but rather strolled around her side of the ring. I edged my way towards her before I reached quickly grabbing her wrist and the back of her neck to flip her, I landed on top of her but she rolled me off.

She was stuck in my guard but managed to break free straddling my waist, she was a lot heavier than she looked. I felt like my lungs were collapsing underneath my ribs, the pressure made my vision blur. 

That's when the I felt a strange pressure on my stomach, like she was putting her full arm weight into my stomach. It suddenly felt as if she had punched me and I couldn't help but wonder if she did and I blacked out. I couldn't move but I felt my stomach get warm and wet, sweat I thought. It's only sweat. Then came the panic, and the muffled sound of a whistle. My body was being lifted and loud shouts were echoing through the small warehouse. 

One thing that kind of sucked about our small, makeshift arena was we never had any paramedics around and no one would be willing to risk calling an ambulance since it ran the risk of making our "business" known to the authorities. Instead they made you contact someone you knew, they would pick you up, take you to the hospital, and you would come up with a decent believable story that didn't out the arena to prevent being hunted down and killed.

"Who do you want to call?" an urgent voice shouted at me, I assumed they had my phone in hand since there was a bright light in my face. 

I squinted trying to make out contact names through the haze over my eyes, I made out a short contact, Jim.

I clicked it and the blurry person put the phone to my ear as it rang in my ear.

"Hello?"

"Jim, I need you, now at the arena," I wheezed, "Please hurry."

Then I blacked out.