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a big man but a slow fighter, which suits my style perfectly. I deliver a volley of quick punches into his chest and neck and get out before he swallows me up.
    The crowd cheer the attack, but Pitbull is strong enough to take it. His head is like a boulder set upon two rocky mountain range shoulders, and I quickly realize that knocking him out with punches is going to be almost impossible. His neck is as thick as a tractor tire, and every time I smash a punch into him, his head wobbles but barely moves.
    If I want to end this before I break a sweat, I’m going to have to get behind him to choke him out. Pitbull has nothing in his lock-up but weight and strength so as soon as I tire him out I’ll move in for the kill. That’s part of the reason they call me the Cobra. I can dance around an opponent all night just looking for the moment to move in and then when I see it, no-one is quick enough to stop me.
    Pitbull has an impressive win record coming here, but I’ve seen the kind of guys he fights and none of them would last even a second with me. If this is the best this country can offer, I’m almost tempted to stay in the sport. I could step down a weight division too, drop a bit of muscle and work on my martial arts, but there’s something appealing about being in the highest class, even if I’m only at the very low end of it.
    Pitbull comes at me again, his teeth bared. If there is something this guy has more than many others I’ve fought, it’s stamina. I dance away, keep him at distance with sharp stabbing kicks, and look for an opening to get inside again. When the bell rings to signal the end of the first round, I prepare myself for a late attack that surprisingly doesn’t come.
    Pitbull disappears into his corner where a group of nasty looking supporters begin to tend to him. I stand and wait, my eyes on the crowd now, just to gauge the reaction. I get nods, bared teeth, people spitting in disgust, I see men with anger in their eyes, drunks, hatred, and fear, and then I see her, and my heart skips a beat.
    Jasmine
    It couldn’t be anyone else.
    Time slows down, and then the world warps so much I don’t see the punch coming.
     
    Jasmine
    I should leave, but I’m wedged in so much here it would be impossible to get out, and anyway, he’s seen me now, which means I can’t.
    Fuck. What is he doing here exactly? I guess that’s a stupid question based on what I’ve seen so far, and he’s probably wondering exactly the same about me because I must be the last person he expected to see here.
    This is the second time I’ve seen him fight, the second time he’s melted me doing so. Pitbull may have got an unexpected and illegal dig in, but Liam’s back on his feet now, and even though he’s a little dazed, he seems even more determined to win, because of letting his guard down in the first place.
    I suppose that little slip of concentration was my fault, and based on his reaction, I have to say I’m kind of flattered. Alright, seeing any girl here might have made him lose his shit for a minute, and that ass-hole did punch him before the whistle went, but I can’t help but think it only happened that way because it was me.
    Liam gathers himself, composes himself, circles Pitbull like a Cobra around an attacking dog and then strikes as quickly as a flash of lightning. His arms and legs move so quickly they blur into a wall of movement, so fierce Pitbull can do nothing to defend himself.
    Liam looks fucked off and he looks determined. I guess he doesn’t like getting punched, losing even less. By the time Liam has finished piling into him, Pitbull has a cut above his eye that oozes blood like water from a leaking tap, his face is as puffy as risen dough and my pussy is just as wet as it was the first time I saw Liam do his thing.
    Watching men fight doesn’t turn me on, but there is something I can’t help getting excited about when I see Liam move. It could be the way his muscles flex, the way the sweat