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I need my first aid kit. I use the water to rinse my mouth and wash some of the blood out of my eyes but that won’t stop the wound from bleeding.
I look over at Tanner and see his coach popping his arm back in place. In UFC he wouldn’t be allowed to continue the fight, the doc would call off the fight and the winner would be picked by the judges. Here in the mafia world, if you can stand, you can fight.
Over Tanner’s head I see Johnny running down the aisle carrying a beautiful first aid kit.
Climbing into the cage he rushes over to me and pops open the small folding stool so I can sit.
“You did good Twitch, I don’t know your record on fighting or your style but I saw street moves. It’s throwing the Irishman off. He’s used to southpaw or some form of jujitsu. Rinse and spit,” he says nodding to my water bottle. I do as he says, spitting into the bucket gabe has up against the fence. “Alright, so you’ve noticed Tanner’s arm. Don’t use that weakness unless you absolutely need it. You won’t have the respect of beating him if you use it otherwise. Next, Tanner is really good on the floor.”
“You and your girl already told me this. Tell me something useful, Johnny,” I interrupt his speech as he applies epinephrine to my brow.
“I’ve always noticed that when Tanner gets tired he leaves himself vulnerable to choke holds. Find your opening. Tire him out but keep your strength.”
He can’t tell me more because the ref calls time. With a nod to Johnny I bring my eyes back to Tanner. He looks like a mad man, beating his fists against one another like he didn’t just suffer a dislocated shoulder. The wildness in his stance is exactly what I need from him. An untamed frenzy to get him going and tire him out.
Slowly, while keeping my eyes on Tanner, I roughly rub my brow and smile as the blood begins to flow.
Instead of standing back or meeting him in the center of the ring, I run at him. As soon as I’m close enough, I begin my combination of punches that he tries to dodge and block but those are just a distraction. Soon I have him up against the gate again but instead of punching him I begin kneeing him everywhere I can. Finally, he tries blocking and punching, giving me the opening I needed for his neck. As soon as his hands drop from their raised positions I push him sideways and wrap my forearm around his neck. He dipped his chin at the last second so I don’t have him in a perfect hold but I continue pulling anyway.
Either his jaw will break or he’ll give in and lift his head up.
We drop down onto the floor after he moves his chin. With my arm still tightly held around his neck, I roar when one of his thrown elbows breaks one of my ribs and his heels bash my shin bones. His fists are flying everywhere including my fucking nose but there’s no way in hell I’m letting go. A weaker man would have passed out by now orat the very least he would have tapped out. If I let this fucker go it’ll be like releasing a hellhound.
Fucking hell, thisbastardois battering me.
Tanner never taps out but suddenly the ref is there tearing my arms away. Tanner passed out.
I push his body off of me but continue laying there, breathing hard and feeling like lead runs through my veins. Movies and shows make it look simple but putting someone to sleep like this takes a hell of a lot of exertion. I feel like I stopped a runaway truck with my face and body.
Lying here on the floor of the cage while the doctor looks over the Irishman, I notice a camera hanging right above the cage. I don’t know why but I can feel her eyes on me. I know it in my tired, bruised and broken bones that Silver is watching me through this camera. With that in mind I give her my biggest smile, which I’m sure is covered in blood, and flip the camera off with both hands.
Take that you cocky little beauty!
Johnny is suddenly hovering over my face laughing.
“Yeah, she’s watching you, man. Should have heard her screaming the whole time. We’ve never seen someone so wild. Even Tanner here isn’t suicidal like you. Good job,ragazzo.” Boy. “Let’s get you outta here and to the back so Jefa can clean you up.”
As he lifts me up there’s only one person I want cleaning me up and it definitely isn’t Jefa.
Silver was screamingfor me. She was cheeringmeon. I’ve never had that before, someone in my corner.
