Cornered
A/N: Gonna take a bit of a break after this, so I hope you all enjoy this chapter.
The crowd roared, drowning almost all of Sandy's thoughts. Except that she wanted to win. Eve Rogers was a woman who had clawed her way to the top of the UFC ladder. Sandy just hoped she had trained enough to knock her down a peg or two and take the women's championship belt for herself. A crack rang in her ears as she hit the floor, moving before Eve could pin her. She had two minutes left and it was the last round.
Sandy headed to the locker room, sweat sliding her back and her fists balled. She shut off the pain she felt, taking in a deep breath. No belt and all of a sudden all the training and workouts she did felt like nothing.
"You did really well you know," Amy said, fully walking into the room.
Sandy scoffed. "I got my butt kicked out there." She replied, giving monotonous answers to the doctor that had walked in before she turned back to Amy. "What brings you here anyway?"
"Shadow brought me, his fight finished early so we swung by to cheer you on."
Sandy nodded. It had been almost a month since she had woken up in Shadow's house. It was weird and made her angry if she thought about it too long. She just hoped Val hadn't been looking for her since then.
"I'm gonna get changed and then we can go," Sandy said, standing up and nearly buckling under own weight. She watched Amy leave before changing and grabbing her duffel bag.
She left, rifling through her bag for her phone. She passed by a man as she called Shadow, he picked up on the second ring.
"I was just about to come looking for you," he said.
"I'm headed your—." She stopped, dropping her phone as someone grabbed her. A rag filled her senses as she tried to push the person away. Her vision swam. Dark spots blotted her eyes. The person's voice was muffled as she struggled to stay awake.
"Got you,"