A bunch of men stare at me as I cross my legs over each other as I sit down on the edge of one of the mats.

A small, emo looking boy stands on one side of the mat, practically shaking with fear. His stance is poor and his fists are loosely clenched.

The guy on the other side of the mat isn't so big but he sure does look scary. He looks like he is ready to pummel the poor emo kid.

"Do they really have to fight?" I ask while looking over my shoulder, worried that the emo boy is going to get hurt.

He doesn't look like he is built for combat, more like he can hack the FBI as a practical joke.

Lorenzo stands behind me and places his hand on my shoulder. "It's part of training."

"But the other guy looks scared," I argue while pointing at the emo boy who looks at me through his hair. I quickly lower my hand, embarassed that I just pointed at him like that.

"He should be scared!" The intimidating looking guy laughs. He turns his attention to me and slouches back a bit. "And who are you?" He asks while tilting his head to the side.

His eyes dart to Lorenzo's hand on my shoulder and he smirks. "Oh... the new Martinelli bitch," he seethes.

"I'm not his bitch," I snap and he laughs.

"Yeah sure sweetheart. Why don't you shut up and let me finish my training, ok?" He lifts his fists up and motions with his hand for the emo boy to come closer.

"No," I say while getting up. I step onto the mat and stand between him and the emo boy.

The intimidating guy scoffs and puts his fists down. "Seriously boss? Couldn't you get a bitch that knows her place?" He asks while looking over at Lorenzo.

"You li–"

"It's ok Lorenzo," I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Who do you think you are?" The intimidating guy asks.

"I should be asking you that," I shoot back, trying to sound intimidating.

He laughs and steps closer to me so he towers over me. "They call Tripod because I'm the best sniper they have," he says with a cocky smirk.

"Well let's see if you can fight, Tripod." He laughs in my face and shakes his head. "Come on, let's see if your fighting skills are as good as your shooting skills," I challenge.

"I will crush you," he growls.

I take a step back and put up my fists. I'm not even dressed for a fight but my baggy sweatpants and oversized tee will have to do for now.

"Come on! Or are you the bitch?" I tease and everyone around us gasp and laugh. I didn't even notice that I got the attention of most of the people in here.

"Nyx–"

"Don't worry Vincenzo," I cut him off and turn to look at him with a smile. "I got this," I reassure him but from the look on his face, he doesn't have high hopes for me to actually win this fight. "I got this," I say again and he nods.

Suddenly, Tripod drives his shoulder into my ribcage, mercilessly spearing me. We fly across the mat before landing on the other side with a loud thud.

"Cheap shot," I gasp.

He straddles my stomach and showers my face with his fists. He lands a hard blow on the side of my face, everyone watching gasping.

Another fist comes down towards my face but I quickly lift my arms to block it. He keeps punching my arms, the next strike harder than the last.

Panic sinks in as I try to figure out a way out of this position. Vincenzo steps onto the mat to help me but I glare at him. "I don't need your help!" I shout, my giant, and momentarily bruised, ego not permitting me to take his help.

Tripod is definitely stronger than me but I'm faster so if I can dodge most of his attacks then I can land a couple of blows of my own.

Tripod lifts his right fist again and I grab his arm before he can land the blow. I twist his arm to the side and he groans. I let go of his arm and punch him in the nose. His legs loosen around my stomach and I smirk.

I pull my legs up to my chest and with one powerful thurst forward, I kick him in the chest. His entire body lifts off my body and he falls flat on his ass.

His eye grow wide, stunned that I actually did that. I sit up on my knees, smirking at him while pulling my shirt over my head because it's getting hot and that shirt isn't going to help me in this fight.

I throw it to the side and pull on the thick strap of my white sports bra. I wink at Tripod just to make the situation worse and Riccardo chuckles from the side.

The men around me whistle and call me all sorts of pet names, making Vincenzo's jaw clench out of anger.

I look to the side with a smile and Riccardo shows me two thumbs up, but the other guys don't look so happy.

I look back at Tripod with an even bigger smile and he scowls. "You little bitch," he grits while getting up.

He charges towards me and tries to grab me but I lean all the way back, my back flat on the mat. He runs past me and almost falls onto the people behind me.

The people behind me push him forward and he tells them to leave him alone, earning a few laughs from the crowd.

I lift my upper body off the mat and Tripod charges at me again. I take a deep breath before flipping onto my hands, the entire room turning upside down due to my position.

I move my hands on the floor to accompany the swinging motion of my leg. His eyes widen when I land a kick on the side of his head which causes him to lose his balance. I do a quick back flip and land on my feet, almost falling over in the process.

Gymnastics paid off.

Definitely!

Now, beat his ass!

The crowd cheers at my little move and I bow my head at them before turning my attention to my fuming opponent.

Tripod cracks his knuckles and I smirk. "Come on cagna," I tease. [bitch]

He charges at me again and this time I'm able to execute a side kick on the side of his face. He loses his balance and falls on his back.

I go to step on his windpipe just to be spiteful but he grabs my leg and twists it. Tripod pulls me down and I land face first on the mat, my jaw snapping shut.

I groan while trying to regain my vision but the pain shooting through my jaw has most of my attention.

He flips me over and lands a punch against my jaw, right where it hurts the most. The taste of my own blood fills my mouth, a bit of it slipping past my lips.

"Sorellina!" Riccardo yells when he notices the blood dripping from my mouth. He steps on the mat to stop the fight but Vincenzo grabs him.

The people around us look at him with wide eyes, probably shocked because he just called me sorellina.

Tripod tries punching me again but I move my head to the side and he punches the mat instead. "Tu piccola cagna," he seethes while lifting his most likely aching fist.

I drive my knee into his stomach and he lets out a laboured breath. I drive my foot into his stomach and he falls back, groaning when the back of his head slams against the mat.

I slide across the mat to his side and grab his arm. I twist his arm and wrap my legs around it, pulling it up to my chest.

He screams out in pain when I fully lock in the arm bar. He tries fighting out of my hold but I keep my legs around his arm.

Tripod uses his other arm to push himself up and he soon stands on both feet with me still holding onto his arm. I pull harder, trying to pull his arm out of it's socket, but he notices this attempt.

He brings his arm down and slams me into the mat. The people around us gasp when I release his arm from my hold. "Weak bitch," he spits while lifting his leg.

My eyes widen when his foot comes down at a horrifying speed. I roll to the side and he misses my face by a few centimeters. I jump up and punch him on the side of the head, my knuckles cracking upon impact.

I wince when I unravel my fist but try to ignore the pain. "Fucking thick skull," I laugh while shaking my hand. Tripod swivels around and I take this as my chance to formulate my final attack.

I'm having fun but this fight is starting to hurt.

I duck his pathetic punch and sweep my leg on the mat. My leg trips Tripod, causing him to fall on his front. I quickly jump on his back and grab his arm, putting all of my body's weight on his shoulder blade by sitting on him.

I wrap my arm around his arm and use the other to hold his wrist. With all the power in my body, I lean back, pulling Tripod's arm with me.

A pained scream leaves his lips as he tries getting up but no avail. I pull even harder, waiting to feel something shift, and something does. He screams even louder when I dislocate his arm.

I jab my elbow on the side of his head and he goes quiet. I let go of his arm and get up, thinking I've won this fight, but Tripod grabs my sweatpants with his other hand.

He yanks my sweatpants back and I fall flat on my back. Faster than I can comprehend, his fist slams into my jaw. "You little bitch," he grits while grabbing my hair. He slams my head into the mat over and over again.

Black dots start to dance around my vision and I fight them away. I lift my legs up and wrap them around his neck, squeezing as hard as I can. Tripod let's go of my hair and I slam my knee against his head.

His body goes limp and I unwrap my legs from his neck. I kick his head to the side and get up, spitting a mouthful of blood on the mat. "Don't touch my hair," I grit while wiping the side of my lip.

"Who are you?" He coughs from the mat and I smirk.

"I'm the fucking Dona!" I shout down at a semi conscious Tripod.

I take deep breaths when my head starts spinning. "That was a good fight," I laugh while holding my head between both hands.

I focus my vision again and smile at Vincenzo.

Everyone around me suddenly go down on their one knee and bow their heads, confusing me quite a lot.

"What happening?" I whisper.

Vincenzo steps onto the mat and holds his hand out to me. I walk closer to him and he wraps his arm around my waist.

"They are showing respect to their Dona. My Dona," he says and my eyes widen.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, but I still wouldn't mind marrying you," he says before planting a gentle kiss on my forehead.

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Tripod got beat by a girl, lol, there goes his pride.

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