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The crowd erupted in raucous cheers as Max's opponent landed a vicious kick to her side. She stumbled back a step or two before rolling her shoulders and bringing her fists back up. The wiry girl stalked towards her, eyes flashing with wild abandon as she lashed out with another kick, almost catching Max off guard. Max lunged away at the last moment and grabbed the girls leg, using her momentum to twist it around until she heard a sickening crack that was accompanied by a resounding scream. The girl collapsed onto her injured leg and Max immediately pinned her arms to her sides. The girl struggled frantically to free her arms before abandoning them in favor of slamming her head against Max's. Max's head jerked backwards and she was forced to steady herself against the chain-link fence that kept her contained. She was roughly shoves off by someone behind her and stumbled back towards the center. She danced around an attempted punch before lunging in to deliver a sharp kick to the girl's abdomen before changing her mind mid-step and bringing her knee up to meet the side of her opponent's head. She sank to her knees and allowed herself a deep breath.
"Finish her, Maxie!" Her head snapped up to meet Mad Jackson's gaze with disbelief. The deal had been that she'd win, and she had; her opponent lay unconscious on the ground. No one had said anything about killing her. Max struggled back to her feet and the crowd roared its approval until she spit in Mad Jackson's general direction and made her way to the gate, which was reluctantly opened for her.
Mad Jackson called out to her as she stalked off in the direction that their car was waiting, unwrapping the tape on her hands as she did.
"Max, darling, you're going to regret this!" She didn't doubt his sincerity, but she didn't think that there was anything he could do to make her regret sparing the emaciated young girl. Max was wrong.
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Much love, Miss Luxe