*Bentley*
Tristan climbs in and he's fucking smirking at me. We stand in front of each other and I bounce in place. I hold my fists out for us to bump and he slaps my hands down.
Bentley: WHAT THE FUCK TRISTAN. Show some damn respect.
Tristan: Fuck you.
He swings, catching me off guard, and punches me in the jaw. I stumble back. Throwing my hands up, I block a few of his punches. He's only hitting me with his right hand. I deliver a couple of blows before I realize why he is only punching with his right.
Tristan: You are going to be fucking sorry Bentley.
He swings his left and fucking hits me right in the stomach. He has fucking razor blades taped to his fist.
Bentley: FUCKKKK
I'm gushing blood as I block his next few swings. They ding the bell for me to get the blood stop shit put on.
Bentley: Tony, he's fucking dirty.
Tony: You can't complain, you'll lose the community's respect. You just got to put him down.
I nod as he stops the bleeding on my stomach.
*Tristan*
I got him! The fucking razors worked and he is gushing blood. A few more times and he won't be able to get up. Then I'll finish it. Smiling to myself, I sput out my water and lock eyes with Harley and Ash, giving them a sly wink.
*Harley*
Harley: Oh my fucking god Ash!! He's bleeding everywhere!
Acheron (Ash): Hey, it's okay. Looks like Tristan is fighting dirty.
Harley: Then we have to tell someone!
Acheron (Ash): No! You can't do that. Bentley will lose all the community's respect. Let him take care of it. There aren't really rules per se, but it's a respect and mutual agreement type thing. That's why they bump fists before fighting, it's a respect thing. An agreement to a clean fight.
Harley: I have a bad feeling.
*Bentley*
The bell rings and we are back in. I just have to avoid his left hook. I block some, I deliver a couple of punches and then an uppercut to Tristan's chin. He hits the mat.
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He gets back up. He's furious. We are circling each other, he is trying to let my feelings get the best of me.
Tristan: I see you're still with fatass Harley.
I knock him right in his fucking teeth, and he spits blood.
Bentley: Yea and Ash is still fucking Peyton and taking care of your baby.
Tristan roars with rage and tries attacking me without protecting his face. I punch him hard and he hits the mat again.
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He gets up slowly.
Bentley: Might as well just stay down.
Tristan: Fuck you
He spits blood at me and smiles. The bell rings for a second pause. I walk back to the corner, swish and spit water. Then make sure my wraps are secure. Just as the bell rings, Tristan stands up from re-lacing his boots. We bounce around each other. I get a couple of hard jabs in. Tristan is getting tired, I can tell. Just then he smiles at me and my stomach drops. He punches me in my side over and over again, all I feel is pain. I'm pouring blood. The motherfucker stabbed me!
*Harley*
I'm watching in horror as Tristan punches Bentley in his side repeatedly. Blood squirts everywhere. That's when I see the knife blade taped to his right fist. I don't even realize I'm screaming until Ash grabs me.
*Tristan*
We are at our corners, I bend down to "tie" my laces but I'm pulling the broken knife blade out of the tape in my sock. I attach it to my right fist and "tie" my laces. The bell rings and I turn around. Bentley punches me a few times. Twice in the ribs and once in the face. I'm getting tired. It's time to end this. I get up to him and start punching his side over and over again with my right fist. Blood is squirting everywhere and I can't help but smile as it dawns on him that I stabbed him.
*Bentley*
I see the blood pouring down my side and I look up at Tristan's smiling face. That motherfucker. I pull my arm back and swing as hard as I physically can. Hitting him right in the cheekbone. I feel a crunch beneath my hand. Tristan hits the mat in slow motion. I'm panting as they count.
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The bell dings.....I won. I thow my hand up, I'm getting dizzy...... My next words come out in a whisper as I lock eyes with her and drop to my knees. Ash is already climbing into the ring.
Bentley: .........Harley..........
I fall forward and my face is on the mat. I hear a muffled scream....it sounds like Harley.....and everything goes black.
YOU ARE READING
Inked
RomanceHarley believes she couldn't have romance. The things that contribute to her insecurities are exactly what drew them together. Will she be set free? Or will her past catch up to her? 18+ mature (sex, language, violence, rape)
