"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more." — Angelita Lim
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Niccole's POV
"Give it up for Niccola Colette Zemira!" I hear the announcer announce, as I swiftly run into the ring, my oponent already there waiting. 'FattyTina'. It was what everyone called the girl. Probably because of her extremely large size
Soon enough, the referee announced that we should begin.
Looking behind me, I tried to do a quick scan to check if my sister came to watch the match, and before I could turn to look back at my opponent, she had given me a wild kick to the stomach, and before I could recover from that, Fatty Tina mercilessly pounced down on me, grabbing my head and ramming it down to hit the floor board, continuously.
Christ! The lady was brutal. It was my fault really, for removing my concentration from fatty Tina in the first place.
When I was eventually able to break free from Fatty Tina's grip, I instantly did a backflip, my leg landing on fatty Tina's head. Tina staggered back, the impact making her sway. Good.
Seeing this as a golden opportunity, I quickly ran to climb to top of the rope bounding the ring, steadying myself, then did a backflip once more from up there, this time my two legs landing on fatty Tina's head, with a force, and Tina instantly passed out cold on the floor.
I finally swooped down, raised one of her fat leg up, as the referee did the countdown, finally declaring me the winner.
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Some thirty minutes later, I finally come out from the building, and quickly enter the limousine waiting for me outside, before the press can catch up with me, and the driver drove off.
I gently relax back against the chair, heaving a sigh, getting out a white handkerchief and holding it to my bleeding nose
"Congratulations Niccole. You've done it again. United States female Heavy Weight Champion" my manager who had already been in the car since, waiting for me, before I had even gotten in, spoke up.
"Yeah, well, it's over isn't it? When's my next match likely to be scheduled Mathew?" I ask him tiredly
"Probably in three weeks time. That should give you time to recover, and get your shit together. You've got to train and prepare for your next match Nicole. Put your Ace game up or whatever. 'Cause you're going to be fighting a real legend with every bit as much skill as you, maybe even more, come three weeks time" he eyed me
