Page 40 of Rematch
Before it was gone, I took the second to dive my knee back into the same location.
Hissing again, he finally took a few steps, freeing me.
I threw a few more punches at his face as I stepped away from the netting. I was trying to get us back towards the middle, away from the edge so he couldn’t pin me there again.
Deon tried to hit me with a false attack again, but this time I was ready. I dodged the punch and gave him a swift kick to the ribs - the spot I’d been hitting with my knee just moments before.
I smiled around the blood on my lip at the grimace forming on his face from the collision. Looks like I found his weak spot.
I aimed for it as I struck again.
This time, Deon was ready for the attack. He grabbed onto my ankle and swung me down onto the ground.
My back slammed down against the ground. I didn’t have time to comprehend the pain from the impact before Deon was on me.
He punched my face with one hand, laying down quick, harsh blows.
After being caught off guard by the first few, I held up my arms to block my face. I took a quick moment to process our new position. Deon, so quick to pounce, completely forgot to mount me properly.
I locked my legs around him and flipped us over.
Mercilessly, I pounded down on Deon’s face and torso, giving him a taste of his own medicine. I only stopped when Deon’s fist connected with my cheek. The force behind the punch knocked me off of him.
My vision blurred for a moment, the hit temporarily stunning me.
Deon noticed and pounced at me again. This time he caught my back, wrapped his arm around my neck and threw himself onto his own back. He wrapped his legs around my torso to restrict my movements. With his free hand, Deon gripped his wrist and increased the pressure around my neck.
“You motherfucker,” I muttered as his bicep squeezed my windpipe.
Deon chuckled. “You’re not getting out of this. You might as well tap now.”
I almost laughed. “You’re gonna need more than a headlock if you’re looking for a submit.” I dug my elbows into Deon’s thighs.
My sharp bones against his muscle caused Deon’s hold around my torso to weaken.
I took advantage of the small opening and used my elbows to free myself of his legs’ grip. I rolled my torso away from Deon’s legs before he could try to grab me again. But, Deon still had a good grip on my head. I punched at his chest and stomach to take his concentration away from his hold. My diversion worked, and Deon’s grip let up.
I pushed my head out from underneath his arm and grabbed his wrist. Taking his hand with me, I lay down against the mats and wrapped my legs around his arm, pinning his shoulders down. Smirking, I tugged at Deon’s arm.
“Fuck,” Deon groaned.
“What were you saying about me tapping?” I added more strength to my pull. “Now how about you tap before I pull your arm out of its socket?”
“Fuck you,” Deon replied. He let out another groan as I tugged even harder.
“I will rip out your goddamn arm if you don’t tap pretty soon.”
Ignoring my warning, he tried to push and punch at my calves.
Each punch made me squeeze harder. Hopefully, he didn’t think I was playing. I’d really tear his arm out of his socket if that’s what it was going to take.
Thankfully, for him anyway, he accepted his fate and tapped on my leg.
The crowd’s cheers rang through my ears as I released him. I hopped to my feet and held up my arms in victory. Scanning over the crowd again, I quickly found Audrey.
Smiling, she clapped and hooted for me.
A grin conquered my lips as I took in the magnificent sight. I kissed the knuckle pads on my glove and held it out towards her.
