unable to speak as he address’ me
I hated it when guys went easy, that’s why I liked to fight Kevin. I liked fighting Nicholas too but he was like a wrecking ball, some incredible force you just could stop with your bare hands. His history of aggressive street violence had made Fighters fear him, including me. Let’s just say I have some mixed up feeling for him. I admire his ambitions, I envy his UFA title, I despise his smirk, I hate his guts, I fear his strength but I love his passion. Nick’s fighting was a bit mechanic, but the way he does things, the way he moves and attacks. It shows heart. Maybe I'm the only one who could really tell…
As Kevin pulls into my driveway I prepare myself for a long battle with my father. He was going to be totally ticked off when he hears about an\other 'fake' fight
How the hell would I know if you’re nephew was moving in?
I could totally handle this guy right?
I spin and deliver a punch to his side of his face, well I thought.
I close my eyes, feeling unbelievably horrible that I just don’t want to stand back upfeeling so unbelievably horrible, maybe?
I admire his ambitions, I envy his UFA title, I despise his smirk, I hate his guts, I fear his strength but I love his passion. Nick’s fighting was a bit mechanic, but the way he does things, the way he moves and attacks. It showed heart.
He smirks and then adds, “Nice black eye.”I actually laughed out loud when I read this, hilarious!
Jerk.
Nicholas, the most gruesome fighter, is asking to fight me.
“She just fought me, she can’t fight you,” Kevin reasons next to me.
“She just took one punch, it’s not like she’s knocked out cold,” Nicholas argues back. His eyes shift to me as he waits for an answer.
I decide I would be the first to attack.
Kevin cusses at him and walks out of the circle angrily.
I jump and try to spin kick him but I barely notice his hands fly up and grab my mid-air foot and spin it around
feeling the mayo and luscious tomatoes ooze into my mouth like warm chocolate.
I mean I’ve watched him practice today
hadhas made ^most^ Fighters fear him, including me.
He was going to be totally ticked off when he hears about another ‘fake’ fight.
But you could never have a rainbow without any rain.
I gulp down the nasty taste of blood and burger.
He smirks and then adds, “Nice black eye.”
Jerk.
Oh lord, my pride had gotten the better of me.
I mean just because I was thrown around a little and hit in the face doesn’t mean I was incapable of walking.
“Victoria, how are you doing?