21. Out for Blood

I shoot a look over to the announcer, challenging him without uttering a sound. The look on my face says it all.

"Get me a real contender." The announcer gulps and nods his head. Searching his list for someone else. Someone that is worth my time.

After a brief pause, a much bulkier man than before walks into the ring with a wicked glint in his eye. He stares at me before spitting on the ground, showing his dominance. I hold in a laugh at his attempt to intimidate me. Even after everything that happened, things never changed. Men like him will always think they have the advantage just because they're taller and bulkier than women. But he will soon realize that strength isn't everything.

The announcer begins the fight and unlike my previous contender, this man just stands there waiting for my advance. I look him up and down, searching for his weak points. The giant before me, however, considers my gaze to be one of longing and appreciation rather than calculative. That was his second