Regardless of what her name was, this girl was so scrawny and lacking of muscles that it was no wonder why I had more bets than she did. What made it even better was the 1,000$ extra that was added to the balance last minute, from bets and such. As the announcer introduced my weak opponent, Dan spoke words of encouragement in my ear. I nodded and took a sip from my water bottle before he put my mouth guard in.
"In this corner, the former raining champion weighing in at 125 pounds, Toni Medeiros."
I stood at that point and walked to the center of the ring. The girl seemed to cower back as I walked forward, towering at least 3 or 4 inches above her. She eyed my arms and hands, before flickering her gaze to look into my eyes.
"Alright ladies," the referee said to us quietly; she watched him carefully while I stayed in place and watched her," I want a good, clean fight. There are no rules here in the UBL, but we don't need any more hospital visits this month, especially not because you're back, got it?"
He was obviously talking to me, but I kept my focus on my opponent, not paying attention. When she finally met my gaze she stiffened and I saw her gulp nervously.
"Ok then," the referee said, sounding unsure," touch gloves and get ready to fight when the bell rings."
With shaky hands, the girl stuck her arms out and looked at me to return the gesture. As per usual, I smacked her hands away and got in my stance, waiting for the bell. The moment she raised her underworked arms the bell rang and I spotted a perfect opportunity. This girl must've had the worst trainer whatsoever because she left everything exposed in her defensive stance. I laughed internally at her and took a nice clean swing at her face, knocking her off balance almost immediately.
Unlike what everyone expected, I stepped back and put my hands down, giving her the chance to collect herself and get up. She looked up at me, shocked that I didn't take the opportunity to knock her out and win. I gestured for her to stand up and as she did I raised my arms back up.
"C'mon Toni, didn't your old man teach you not to play with your food?" I heard Dan laugh from behind me.
"The chase is always more fun that the kill." I called back, earning a wide eyed look from the girl as she came closer.
"Finish her!" I heard someone yell.
Well, if you insist.
With a split seconds decision, I punched the girl straight in the face this time. When she went to block her face from another hit she left her mid section exposed, so that became my new target. The poor sucker just didn't learn, so the pattern repeated and I had her backed into the corner. I had punched her in the stomach for the....eight time and I could see the energy from her body completely diminish. I took a small step back to let her breathe one last, good breath before she looked up at me with pleading eyes. This poor girl was not meant for the UBL, maybe actually boxing classes like at my gym, but definitely not this. To put her out of her misery, I punched her in the face as hard as I could. I felt bad for a second as her eyes immediately closed and her body hit the floor with a loud THUD.
The second her body hit the floor the ref came to check on her and count down from 10. There wasn't even a shred of hope that that poor girl would ever gain conscious in time to fight again, so when the bell rang I took my gloves off and walked over to her. I gently put my left arm under her neck, and my right arm under her knees, lifting her as carefully as I could. By the feeling of her in my arms, she probably wasn't even close to weighing 115.
Being the good guy here, I walked out of the ring with her and easily spotted her trainer, considering she was the only one that was upset by my win. I handed her to the trainer with a weak smile, surprised to see the woman return it.
"I'm really sorry," I said gently," this poor girl isn't meant to be in the UBL. She's under the lowest weight class, her defense is weak, and she hasn't one shred of anger to be able to push her to fight back."
The woman just looked at me, shock reading across all of her features.
I felt really bad for this girl; the weakest I've ever fought in my entire career. She needed a really trainer, and the proper training from someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
"If you want her to learn from a professional, she can enroll into the program at my gym...completely free of charge." I said finally, considering the woman wasn't going to speak any time soon.
"T-thank you." She stuttered, either scared of me or shocked into speechlessness.
With that I turned and walked back to my own trainer, being patted on the back and cheered on as I walked.
"What was that about?" Dan asked when I walked over.
"She needs proper training," I said simply," she wont get anywhere far like this."
"Well, let's go. You have 10,350$ to collect and walk out with." Dan said, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Wait- what? 10,350$?" I demanded.
"Bets sky rocketed before the bell even rang. Like you said, she wasn't getting anywhere the way she was. Everyone obviously came to the same conclusion."
Shock ran through me for the first time that night. I had enough to pay Max back early, and still have 2,350$ left over.
Things were looking up for me.
Wait until Louis hears about this.