Page 159 of Forgotten Comeback
She turns around with a look of pure shock, my fist connecting with the soft underside of her left eye. The crowd explodes into raucous cheers as I grab my round sign from the mat and step over her crumbled body as I do the rest of the turn.
Adrenaline has taken over, because when I return to my seat and get my signs situated, I notice my knuckles swelling rapidly. Damn, I thought I went for the soft spot on that bitch’s face like Gavin taught me.
Mike’s girlfriend is hauled out of the ring by security as Steve appears, his head looking like it might explode. “‘Hold it together,’ I said to her, and this is what she fucking does.” He cracks an ice pack and tosses it to me before muttering a few more choice words as he storms off.
The round bell rings, and Gavin explodes from his corner, going on the offensive.
No, this isn’t going on the offensive. This is Gavin unleashing his fury, and I’m here for it.
He lands blow after blow to Mike’s face, with Mike getting in a few weak defensive shots. In a pussy move, Mike head butts Gavin, and I hop out of my seat. “That’s bullshit!” I cry.
The bell rings.
So this is going to be a dirty fight.
Got it.
Shifting my bikini top, I grab the Round 2 sign and make my turn around the ring. A slew of catcalls and jeers propels me forward as I linger near Mike’s corner. He notices me; rather my exposed nipple. But who also notices Mike noticing my nipple is Gavin.
Gavin’s eyes are now completely gone. I can’t hear it, but I can see his chest vibrate with laughter.
Mike’s done for.
Slipping through the ropes, I adjust my top, strutting back to my seat.
“Ring girl, I love you!”
“Whore!”
“Girl, what that nipple do?”
“Poke your eye out; choke you. That sort of thing.” I smile and wave.
Steve’s there when I return to my seat, looking like he’s about to have a full-fledged freak out. I pat his cheek. “Hold it together.”
Round two bell rings, and Gavin surges from his corner like a hurricane, unleashing a torrent of punches. Mike’s already against the ropes.
Relentless.
Ferocious.
Punishing.
It’s a sight to behold.
My ovaries certainly think so, as they high-five each other.
Gavin lands a devastating combination, and Mike crumbles against the ropes. Except Gavin doesn’t let up, continuing to pound his opponent’s face.
Oh shit, Gavin’s going to kill Mike.
The ref unsuccessfully tries to get Gavin back to his corner, and I hop out of my seat and sprint to where I’m ringside, facing Gavin.
“Gavin, stop!” I shout, jumping up and down and waving my arms.
He notices me, pausing his assault with raised fists.
Get back to your corner, my eyes say. My head jerks to the opposite side of the ring.
