Illegal Fights part 2
Locker Room
Willow was standing in a stall alone, staring in a mirror at her bruised face.
“You’ve got this! You already beat up 4 other fighters to be allowed in the ring in the first place, and 3 more tonight to be allowed to face the champ. All that’s left is to fight her yourself. She might be the 5-year champ, but you are a powerful witch, great fighter, and have an outlet for all that wrath you have been holding inside for years to be released onto.”
She then gave herself a savage grin. “Now let’s go and break Odalia’s EVERYTHING!”
There was a knock on the door of the stall that startled Willow, but she calmed down once it turned into the secret code Gus had decided to use to alert her to his return. She responded with her own knock before he entered, using his illusions to mask it from the others in the locker room.
“Hay Willow, I have 3 pieces of news for you.”
She just raised her eye brow. “Just news? Not ‘good news and bad news?’”
“These are the kinds of news that are both. First, ‘the Closer’ tried to slip something into your water bottle and mouth guard to throw the fight, but I was able of stopping them without her noticing. Double check everything you would be putting in your mouth in case I missed something.”
Willow just smiled. “That is exactly why I was going to use the spare ones Vee has been holding onto for me this entire night. Nice to know that the beat down she is about to receive isn’t completely undeserved.”
“Next, it seems like the two others in the locker room are being paid by ‘the Closer’ to rough you up a little before the fight without making it obvious. I think one is planning on “accidently” dropping on of his weights on your foot and the other is going to spray cologne with a peanut base in your eyes.”
“And THAT is why I made sure send advance notice about a severe allergy without actually having one. As for the weight, think you can do an illusion of me for it to fall onto?”
“Easily. As for number 3, it seems like ‘The Closer’s’ Daughter is here.”
Willow just blinked at that. “Please tell me she dosen’t have green hair?”
“No, it’s blond with a pink strike. Unfortunately, she reminded me a little of Amity and Hunter. She and her mom are going to meet up nearby before the fight and I think it would be best if we were nearby in case things get ugly.”
Her face began to harden at that. “Lead the way.”
Backroom of the fight
Carla was standing stock still with her back to the wall, holding her books in front of her and staring at her feet while staff rushed around her. She had been standing there for a hour at this point, waiting for her mother to come for her.
Deep within her heart, she hoped that she wouldn’t come and she could just call a friend for a lift.
“Carla dear, why are you staring at your feet? A good Black must always keep an eye on their surroundings.”
And that little hope she allowed herself to feel withered and died.
She turned and looked up at her mother, forcing herself to give approved smile number 3 (greeting). “Mother. How are you?”
The only response from the older women was a piercing gaze for several seconds as she scrutinized everything about her daughters’ state of dress, her backpack, her book, and the pink stripe in her hair. Eventually, she broke the silence. “Do you know why you are here Carla?”
“No ma’am.”
“Let me give you a hint. Your math teacher called me today.”
Carla had to think hard about that. There was nothing there that was worrying. She got a A on the last test, she turned in her homework on time and got everything right, she participated with the group work-.
Oh.
OH NO!
“Ah, there it is. Now you know why we are talking. I specifically told you not to talk to that boy.”
“We were assigned to work in a group together already. We HAVE to talk with each other during the projects.”
“Just change teams. I talked to your teacher and he said that all students have the options of switching teams if they get someone else to agree and are approved by him. The only reason you are still with him is because you haven’t worked hard enough.”
Well that didn’t work, let’s try appealing to her pride about my scholastic achievements.
“He is still the 2nd best in the class, and the others in the group make up the 3rd, 4th, and 5th best. Since group performance is a large contribution to my grade, my GPA would tank if I just left.”
“Then drop cheerleading and join the mathleets, you get extra credit to cover the drop and it looks better on the resume. Yes, it will be a lost opportunity to not be on the same team as the Mayor’s daughter anymore, but it is a sacrifice I am willing to make to keep you away from that charity-“
“Michal isn’t a charity case!”
Both of the froze in shock for a few seconds at her outburst, ending as Carla drew back in fear as her mother began to loom over her in barley contained rage.
“The only reason that street rat is in your school is so they can claim they are helping the homeless get better lives for themselves and get extra government funding. I only tolerated you working with him because it would look good on a resume. Then you had to decide that he was your “One True Love.” That boy will drag you down with him. Now, you have two options. Either you cut all ties with him, or the police will find enough heroin in his locker to land him in prison for distributing for the next 20 years.”
Carla could only hear the pounding of her heart at that point as she staired up at the women, desperately thinking of anything she could do or offer up that would let her keep in contact with one of the few bright spots of her life. As the little hope she had left began to dim, a new voice entered.
“How about an option 3?”
Both turned to look at the new addition to the conversation. A tallish man with brown hair and glasses and covered in bruises was standing next to them with his arms crossed and a face contorted in rage. Carla had never seen him before, but she supposed he was one of tonight’s fighters.
“This is none of your concern, go back to the cage and I’ll meet you there for your inevitable defeat.”
His face then contorted into a feral smile before he replied. “Oh, I don’t know about either of those things. A mother forcing her child to drop a friend or risk their life being ruined hits a very large button for me. And as for me loosing, the chances of that were slim and just dropped drastically.”
‘The Closer’ could only look at him in barely concealed shock before responding in anger. “HOW DARE YOU! Do you know who I am?”
“Ottilie Black, also known as ‘The Closer.’ 5-year champion in the underground fighting circuit in the city, big shot corporate contract lawyer, and a abusive mother with control issues based on what I see here.”
Ottilie’s eyes began to narrow at the new comer. “Watch it Jacob Craig Hopkins. I don’t think anyone would mind if an unemployed member of the Flat Earth Society were to disappear without a trace.”
Jacob just began to chuckle at that. “You might be right about that, but what about the guy who is the supplier behind the “Plant Coven” drugs? That guy would have lots of people who would not only care about him, but would have a vested economic incentive to keep him around. Not to mention anyone involved in that person disappearing would jump to the top of the most wanted list in the local underworld. Any help you would find would be incredibly expensive and likely to rat out on you to save their own life.”
Both Carla and Ottilie just stared at him after while he just shrugged. “Now, about option 3. Let me propose a little wager. If I win, you let her keep interacting with this boy without any surveillance, manipulations, or bribes. If you win, you will get the prize money worth of drugs for free to use how you see fit. Sound good?”
Ottilie just kept staring at him before chuckling. “Do you honestly expect me to take that bet? Or that you have a chance against me?”
Jacob just shrugged.” I’ve seen the videos of your fights. You’re very good, but not as unbeatable as you seem. I counted a dozen fights over your 5-year streak where your opponent was not fighting as well as they did in their other fights, even if it was only hours between fights with not serious injuries in the bout itself. Based on the spiked water bottle and two goons in the locker room trying to injure me, I’d say that you like rigging these fights when you don’t think you can win.”
“YOU DARE!”
Ottilie walked right up to Jacob and got in his personal space while staring him straight in the eyes, with Jacob starring right back unblinkingly. The two kept at it for several more minutes until a staff member walked over to them.
“Hay there, save it for the ring! The fight is in 5 minutes, get into place.”
The two kept staring for a few more seconds before Ottilie backed off.
“Fine, I accept your wager. When I win, I will expect the product to be placed by next week or I will ensure you never deal in this town again.”
“And when I win, I expect you to stay out of your daughters relationship with her friend, or the police will have reason to believe YOU are the new supplier behind “Plant Covern” drugs.”
Ottilie just narrowed her eyes before walking to the locker rooms. Carla just stared at Jacob in a mix of shock and awe before asking a single question.
“Why?”
Willow just smiled at her. “I have a friend that once was forced to destroy our friendship because of a mother like that. It really messed me up, and we only recently became friends again. If I can prevent that from happening to you, I am taking it.”
She then gave Carla a feral smile. “Also, you can never have too many reasons to brutally beat someone to a pulp.”
In the Ring
Willow stood at one end with Odalia at the other end. A very, VERY small part of her said that it wasn’t right to take out all her frustrations out on her because she wasn’t really Odalia, but the rest of Willow decided to remind that part that this one was still a abusive mother that needed several broken bones and got her head back in the fight.
“FIGHTERS! ARE YOU READY!”
Both of them gave the ref a thumbs up while keeping eye contact with each other.
“In that case, LET THE FIGHT… BEGIN!”
Willow just calmly walked in the direction of her opposite, while Odalia charged at Willow as fast as she could to close the distance. When she got close, she then started to deliver as many blows to her as possible, mainly aiming at the buses already on her from the previous fights.
After about 2 dozen punches, she realized that Willow wasn’t reacting in the slightest. No flinches from the pain, no blocking, no dodging, and no attempts to strike her.
Odalia then gave a uppercut to the base of her jaw, which Willow did dodge and responded to with a heavy stomp on her right foot.
Odalia barely bit back a scream of pain from the stomp before disengaging away from Willow, who’s passive face at the start of the fight had finality given way to the savage grin again before saying two words.
“My turn.”
She barely had time to think before Willow was upon her, launching a punch to her side that felt like it broke a rib, another to the other side that DEFINTLY broke two, and a head but that broke her nose. Odalia then fell to the ground where Willow was upon her, landing strike after strike to her as Odalia barely held up a guard to protect her face. After what felt like an eternity in which her arms were hammered to the point that the bones were bruised, the ref came over and separated the two. Willow backed up just enough to give her opponent space to get up, but held her position and ready to reengage the second the ref gave her the go ahead.
Odalia just stared at Willow before turning to the ref and saying a few quiet words Willow couldn’t hear. The Ref then said out loud for everyone “Back to the corners before round 2!”
Willow just nodded before going back to her corner and sitting down. Vee and Gus were there in disguise to hand her a towel and a water bottle.
“I double checked, she had it spiked with peanut oil and nothing else. Want to drink it or the sealed one Vee brought from the car?”
Willow just smiled before grabbing the “Spiked” water bottle and made a show of draining the whole thing for Odalia, who was having her team look at her limbs as she smiled at Willow.
After Odalia was confirmed to be ok to fight by the onsite doctor, the two walked back to each other and had the ref stand between them again. He then waved his hand between them while yelling “FIGHT” and scampering out of the way, letting both fighters charge at each other again.
Willow decided to fake being woozy part way though and let Odalia get in a few hits that she pretended to let hurt. As she stumbled back Odalia slowly walked to her while smiling.
“What’s the mater Jacob? Peanut allergy got you down?”
Willow just smiled at her. “What allergy?”
She had a few seconds of realization to what was said before she was able of raising her guard, but Willow was much faster on the draw, landing a massive undercut to her jaw that was quickly followed by a kidney shot, diaphragm shot, soler plexus shot, and a bladder shot.
Odalia went down hard, and was left unconscious on the floor of the ring in a growing puddle of her own urine thanks to the bladder shot.
Willow stood above her defeated opponent with a smirk on her face. “Take that bitch.”
The ref then walked over and raised up her hand. “Winner by Knock out, its your new champion, NICOTINE!”