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Tonight, my first victim would be Zukova.
9:30 PM. Thick clouds covered the moon and the stars like heavy curtains. Rain poured down into the streets and hammered against the windows. Even the skies were weeping in anticipation of what was about to come.
Staring outside into the darkness, I felt a mix of emotions. For so long I had wished to pay them back. But now as the day had finally come, I wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted to. Every time I thought about what they did to me, I pictured their grinning faces and my fists clenched until my knuckles turned white and my nails dug painfully into my palms. In those moments, I hoped for nothing more than to be able to punch them over and over to wipe those smug smiles off their faces. But now, a cold crept into my veins, closing around my chest like a chilling grip. What if my father was right?
“You are not a fighter, Joanne. You use your fists for pride, to hurt others. A real fighter does not seek to elevate themselves over others through triumph.”
I shook my head. It didn’t matter. The Vagabonds would not get away with terrorizing all of us any longer. Tonight, I would make sure they understood that.
Zukova was trudging through the alley below her without a care in the world. Humming and whistling she strode through the street as if she owned it, kicking a trash can that stood in her way. She really had no idea what was coming.
I jumped down from my hiding spot and landed in the middle of the alley, about ten meters in front of her. The faint light of the street lanterns just barely illuminated her face and her muscular physique. Confused, she stopped, looking at me with squinted eyes.
“Remember me?” I asked, stepping forward.
Her lips curled into a smile. “You are that jobber, Olivia’s escort girl. Came to get beat up again?”
“I’m here to repay you in kind. Starting today, Vagabonds will no longer bully other fighters.”
Zukova threw her head back and laughed. “You must be a masochist to show your face like that. It will be my pleasure to beat this feisty attitude out of you.”
Raising my fists, I silently waited for her to charge me. I didn’t have to wait for long. How predictable. She spread her arms as if she wanted to bearhug me. Compared to many other opponents I had fought she seemed slow, almost sluggish. I easily sidestepped her and as she flew past me, I threw a hard punch into her side. It was as if my hand hit a concrete wall. I had punched many things in my life, but never had I encountered a human being with muscles such as these.
Slowly, Zukova turned around, her murderous gaze fixed onto me. If it was possible, she was even bigger and more muscular now than before. An absolute unit of a woman. Doubts crept into my mind. She had just tanked a strong punch like it was nothing. How was I supposed to beat her?
Get your act together, Joanne, I said to myself. She’s still human. The laws of physics still work, use it to your advantage!
I jumped towards her to bridge the gap between us and kicked her in the thigh. Zukova seemed to be taken aback by my sudden offensive, and didn’t even try to block. My boot hit on the outside of her leg, and I followed up with a right roundhouse to the inside of her knee. That one had to hurt. For a second, her massive frame wobbled as she struggled to keep her balance. Encouraged by this, I kept going. A huge fist wooshed right past me. I ducked underneath another punch and found myself behind her. A swift side kick to the back of her knee made her roar in anger and frustration. Zukova went down.
This was my moment! WIthout hesitation, I jumped on her back and brought my elbow down on her head as hard as I could. Then, sitting on her shoulders, I clasped my arms around her throat and started choking. Her strained grubs slowly turned into labored rattling as I squeezed harder and harder. A large vein popped out on the side of her neck. Her face turned purple and her eyes bulged out. Somehow, she managed to stand up, trembling and shaking. Then, she grabbed my wrists. No way, I thought, knowing what she would try to do. I adjusted the grip of my rear naked choke and prayed to God that I was strong enough.
My heart skipped a beat when she started prying my grip open. This woman was a beast! Despite my best efforts, my hands were slipping. I was hissing and grunting, my teeth clenched until my jaw began to hurt. Zukova released a guttural growl, a feral animal scream, in triumph. Immediately, I was yanked forward with such force that I thought she would rip my arms out of their sockets. I somersaulted over her head and for a moment I was weightless. However, this blissful sensation was soon rudely interrupted as I slammed back first onto the ground.
Joanne is my OC
Zukova belongs to vrobx1
Vagabond is a joint venture by rtashkin5 , vrobx1 and Annakonder