Page 37 of Liberty
I flew to the ring floor. Damnit, the first to slide was usually the loser in the end. And here I was, sliding on my ass. Grunting, I really felt that. However, I ignored it as I decided to counter since he was so close. I lumbered upward to undercut him on the chin.
Spit flew from his mouth as my hit was hard enough to jar his teeth.
He again moved back, then he swung around and kicked me, only it didn’t connect with my jaw, it grazed my shoulder. Before he could get out of the way, I dropped down and swung my leg out to sweep him off his feet. Tackling him, I rolled him over onto his belly. Grabbing his chin in a clutch, I used my best submission move. “Say you are sorry!” I seethed.
“Fuck you,” he replied as he grunted.
His sneering and swearing fed me as I now let loose on him. I jammed my knee into his back repeatedly. “SayI am sorry, Belle!” I shouted.
He shook his head then managed to get out of my hold and knocked me off his back. Standing, he winced a bit and came at me instantly. Punches, kicks and even slaps to my head.
The man was helluva strong and fucking fast as lightning.
I wheeled around and backed up, then came barreling at him. This spear had always been my best finishing move in a lot of my fights.
It worked too as he was knocked off his feet and landed on his back. It would take his breath from him and then I would again get him into a hold. I intended to use my arm breaker this time. Fucker better apologize or I would break his fucking arm. In an instant, I had him down and looped his arm back. “Say you're sorry, fucker!” I exclaimed as I bent his arm.
Booing groans and men cheering could be heard in the barn.
“Fuck yeah, Liberty!” Fate yelled.
Talon laughed with a grunting. “Fuck you!” he groaned the words out.
Before I knew it, he had forced his body up with me on top and then he swung me around and I hit the ring ropes. Bouncing back off them, I barely managed to stand.
Out of nowhere, he was suddenly there again, kicking me in the mouth.
It split my lip and blood filled my mouth. I dropped down and then lunged up to elbow him in the gut. He groaned loudly this time as we both went down.
Again, I was on him, turning him over, then chin clutching him. “Fucking apologize!”
He raised his head up so hard, it hit me under the jaw forcing me to let go.
More blood poured from my lip as I roared like a fucking beast while attacking him repeatedly with swings and punches.
Staggering back, he looked as crazy as I sounded. Then he raised his arm with two fingers extended.
I knew this would be the Carotid Slap.
Suddenly, we were both knocked off our feet by a loud, swooshing, breathtaking water spray.
Gasping for air, we were being sent to the edge of the ring by the sheer force of what had to be a firehose. Lying there in a large puddle of water, we both kept trying to get oxygen back into our lungs.
Then I heard a low whisper, “Say I am sorry, Belle.”
Looking up, I saw Belle close to the ring, just above Talon’s head as she had been the one to demand this.
Talon grunted in disgust and said, “Fine, I am sorry, Belle.”
She gave him a smile then nodded her head and looked over at me…her smile slowly disappeared from her lips. “Oh, my God! You're bleeding!”
I laughed and groaned. “No shit.”
“Right?” Talon said as he laughed with me. “Great fight, man. I loved it while it lasted.” He then practicaly somersaulted up onto his feet like a fucking gymnast. Looking around, he asked. loudly so everyone would hear his question, “Who got the fire hose out?”
“Me!”
Talon and I looked over to see Ma Walker.
