AN: ok so this has been in my head a while now so ill see how it goes haahah enjoy~ Pandora x
"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything."Tyler Durde
Karla wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and spat blood out of her mouth, she turned to her opponent once more, the man's name escaped her but she did not care the only thing on her mind was to win and do it soon before her adrenalin wore off.
Her opponent was a big man with an even bigger head that resembled the moon, in its baldness glory, the first word you think off when seeing him would be 'steroids' but bigger is not always better in a fight situation. The man ran at Karla, hoping to intimidate her with his sheer size, at the very last second she ducked and ran underneath his arm that was aimed at her head. She quickly turned on her heels and ran towards his back, she raised her arm and with dead, weight punched him in the back of the head square in the middle.
He stumbled and turned around, blinking a lot "My eyes! What have you done, bitch!" he spat, saliva flying everywhere. "I can't see!" He shouted.
Karla smirked and walked up to the man and swiftly kicked his left knee cap, he dropped to the floor, screaming in pain and anger as his fell to his knees, she then grabbed his head and with as much force as she could muster slammed his head into the cold hard floor. A smack echoed around the room as the audience fell silent.
This was an outcome no one saw coming, a 5'2 woman beating the crap out of someone twice her size and weight. The room was that still and quite you could hear a pin drop, that was until a single cheer could be heard. Karla slowly turned her head in the direction of the noise, already knowing who it would be, there at the very front was her best friend, Cole, cheering and clapping not giving a damn that he was the only one celebrating this victory.
Karla rolled her eyes at Cole as she hobbled off the makeshift ring. Nothing was fancy here, it was all practical, an abandoned warehouse turned into a fighting arena meant only the basic of the basic. A rope spray painted red was the only barrier that separated the audience from the fight, it was a intimate square in the middle of the vast warehouse, those who wanted to watch either had to bring chairs or stand. But no one cared it was all entertainment at the end of the day, its what people craved these days, something new and exciting to experience. And that's what this fight club provided.
Karla, gripping her side, made her way over to Cole who couldn't stop grinning like a Cheshire cat. "How'd I do?" she asked smiling already knowing the answer.
Cole slapped her on the back, then draped his arm over her shoulders "Amazing, we are know the proud owners off one grand!" he exclaimed, steering her towards the exit.
She chuckled at his response, but immediately regretted it, her ribs where sore and she had no idea how she had not broken at least one. They headed towards the little office off to the side of the exit door. This is where they would collect the winnings. Cole knocked quite loudly on the door, then took a step back, waiting for a response.
"Come in" a muffled voice from inside called.
Cole pushed opened the door and walked in, Karla following in behind. The door slammed shut as soon as she stepped over the threshold, a pair of huge hands grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down on a chair, the hand never moved not even for a second.; It was pressing down so hard that she knew there would be bruising. She looked to Cole and saw that he was in the same situation that she was too.
"What the fuck man?!" Cole yelled, not expecting this to happen.
"How did you do it?" The man at the desk asked, cool and collected with his thick Russian accent. He was a man of importance, anyone could see that- dressed in his Armani tailored suit, he lit up a cigar and took a deep inhale letting the smoke fill his lungs then slowly the smoke bellowed out of his nostrils, all this time he didn't take his eyes off of Karla.
"Do what?" Karla asked, stone cold emotionless.
"Rig the fight" he stated, now looking at Cole he again took another puff from his cigar, trying to spook us into confessing something. It was then when it clicked, like a light bulb going off in her head, he was Russian Mafia.
"I have no idea what you are talking about!" Cole said through gritted teeth, he was about to stand up, but the man who has his hand on Cole's shoulder pushed him back down.
'What the hell are the Russians doing here? I thought they where into guns not fight clubs." Karla thinks, trying to make sense of what was happening, she then slightly turned her head to study Cole, who was mouthing off about not doing anything and not understanding. "What has he gotten us into"
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the man slammed his hands down on the table and stands up, scraping his chair as he pushed it back. "I am sick of your games! This money!" he put his hand into a duffel bag and held up some of the cash from the fight winning and waves it around. "Is MY money! Well it was, until SHE" He points an angry fat finger in my direction "Won, which was NOT suppose to happen." He walked to the front of the desk and threw the wad of cash down on the ground, just by her feet.
Karla looked at Cole getting his attention she looked at him then to her hand, when she looked back he was focused on her hand. With her hand still in her lap she raised three fingers for a split second the put them down again, with her other hand she raised it to her neck, her fingers dead straight she ran them across her neck ending with her itching her head just above her ear. What she had just done told Cole all he needed to know, in 3 seconds they would try to eliminate the threat.
Whilst that was all happening the Mafia boss was still rambling on about how it was fixed and that they should just own up. "Do you know WHO I AM and what I could DO!?" he yelled right into Karla's face, showering her with saliva.
"No, should I know you?" Kayla asked trying to keep a straight face, even if the saliva started dripping down her face.
"Viktor Putlova" He bent forward and whispered. Big mistake. She looked at Cole and winked giving him the signal to get ready, one the count of three she smashed her head into Viktor's, he stumbled back and the goon who was holding onto Karla let go, and rushed to his side. Immediately she stood up, shaking her head trying to clear her vision, and ran towards the other goon who had a hold of Cole, he let go of him reading himself for her attack. Cole jumped up and punched his goon in the nose, we both looked at one another and decided it would be best just to get away from this mess but not before Cole grabbing the bag full of cash. They bolted for the door, out of the warehouse and sprinted to the car in the parking lot.
Cole drove slightly above the speed limit and took as many turns as possible, just in case someone was following them, not a word was spoken on the drive home. Once they reached their apartment and deadlocked the front door, did they begin to relax slightly.
"The fuck Cole!?" Karla yelled as she slumped on the ratty old couch, trying to get comfortable.
Cole came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in hand "Don't look at me! I have no idea what they are goin on about!" he stated as he bent down to examine the damage done to Karla. He let out a deep sigh as he tended to her wounds, pouring disinfectant onto a cloth and dabbing into onto the cuts that covered her body.
"Seriously Cole" she winced as the alcohol seeped into her open cuts "Just tell me" she said trying to understand the shit that they had gotten themselves into. He looked up into her eyes and again sighed not being able to lie to his best friend since childhood.
"I might of spread a rumour that, um, made people think you where no good, despite your... looks" he took a pause and looked away concentrating on a spot in the wall, it was a good thing he looked away as Karla was giving him a death stare. "People started betting against you, so when you won, a lot of people lost a lot of money" He then looked back at Karla praying she wouldnt be too upset.
"IDIOT" she yelled as she stood up and pushed him away, ignoring her aching body to just sit down and rest. "Now we have the bloody Mafia on our backs!"
"Least we have some money. After what you went through today" he said hopefully.
"Yes but now we have to deal with the Russians" she sighed and slumped back on the couch. "What are we going to do?" she whispered more to herself, she closed her eyes.
She heard Cole standing up and moving around and then "Happy, we need your help" Karla's eyes snapped open as she watched Cole having a conversation she thought she would never have to hear or say.