Heya people! This is the last chapter of Bland Little British Girl but certainly not the end of the series. Malencia, Dave and the girls will be back, thank you to all those people who have reviewed this story. I will try not to upload the sequel yet because i dont want to leave you lot hangin while i go on holiday to Florida nxt week on the 25th. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!lol. anyway, enjoy the last chapter.

1 Year Later...

I gripped onto Hunters mane as he sent us over the jumps. Around the 18th jump, Hunter had lost his balance and I had lost both of my stirrups. He kept going but I don't know how much longer he could hold out. I had landed on his neck, but most of my weight was on his shoulders. The only thing that had kept us going in this match was me constantly squeezing his shoulders with my legs and me talking to him. By now I was soaking wet and tired. The rules of our horse riding business had changed. New matches had been introduced and old favourites had been updated. Cross-Country. Just the name of it to any rider is almost torture. A 30 minute max gallop over rough terrain in the countryside with strange jumps and deep water. With a limit of 5 hits with a crop, and a law of galloping, not even a race horse could do it. Some of the horses that competed in this match didn't make it to the finish line. Their riders knocked unconscious the minute they hit the ground. But we were still going. Just.
We were the last ones out, and the ones with the lead time. Everyone else had done it in 28 minutes or over. We were at 20.56 minutes. We had a huge chance of taking the titles, but not if I didn't get upright in the stirrups. Coming up to jump number 28 and with a total of 30 jumps and a 3 minute fast gallop home, I took my chance. One wrong move and we would both be going down.
As he went over the jump, I lifted upwards, my weight now fully on him and moved backwards. It worked.
I got my feet back in the stirrups and took a firm hold of the reins before clicking my tongue, signalling him to go faster.

We made it over the last two jumps without hassle and then took off home. This is where I finally worked my magic. I loosened up on the reins and strengthened my legs, taking all of my weight off the saddle and moving them out to the side, as not to aggravate him in any way. I squeezed him more and clicked him into a wild gallop. For a Clydesdale, he could certainly move fast. Most of that was because of his past owner. Thinking he was in fact a normal horse, they trained him to follow in his mothers footsteps and become a racer. Problem is, his father was a thorough bred Clydesdale. He was also used as a hunting horse after realising he wasn't ever going to make it as a racer. He wasn't good at anything, and in the end, found himself at a market being sold for a pitiful £500 and in terrible shape. Me seeing the horse in this terrible way, bought him. About 3 weeks later I found myself watching him as he jumped over the 6ft fences with a graceful manner.

I could now see the finish line but the work didn't stop there. I had to keep him going and repeatedly tapped him with my heels. The crowd was going crazy noticing that I only had 30 seconds in which to finish before the women's title would remain Kady's. I went slightly deaf, but still kept going. Finally the moment came and we crossed over the finish line, with seconds to spare.

Tears were in my eyes as I slowed Hunter down and patted him a job well done. Workers ran over with buckets of warmish water and drowned him in it, careful not to catch his face. As they did, I got down and kissed his blaze not forgetting to pet his nose. He was given oats and apples, his saddle and bridle were removed and a heap of rugs were placed on his back. The minute I turned around, I found myself almost falling over with Ashley, Kate and Lucy all hugging me tightly around the waist. Luckily for me Hunter nudged me back forward with his head helping to keep me upright.
Looking past them, I found the one man that helped me come back to the business, to make me champion once again and to help me understand what it was to be loved. Dave Batista.

He tapped Lucy on the shoulder and signalled her to move aside. She turned back round and kicked both her sisters in the leg. Both girls turning round to give her and earful, noticed their dad and smirked at each other before moving aside innocently. Dave stepped forward to and wrapped his arms around my waist, looking me in the eye.

"What did I tell you?" He asked cocking his head to the side.

"I dunno what did you tell me?" I asked smiling at him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"That you would win and become champion again. So because of that you lose the bet."

"What bet?" I asked scrunching my eyebrows at him.

"That if you win you had to take me out to dinner and if you lost we had to stay at home." He said still smiling.

"Yeah, but wouldn't you rather stay at home and do something more fun" I said wiggling my eyebrows slightly at him.

"Ya know, I think I like that idea more." He said leaning down.

"I knew you would somehow." Our lips finally met and the crowd were going crazy. He dipped me over his left leg and continued to show off a bit before bringing me back up, before getting down on one knee.

"Dave…" I whispered.

"Lencia, I love you so much and I know you've to put up with some serious shit during our time together and I'm really sorry about that but, I think it all could become a lot better if you agreed to become my wife." He said looking up with hope in his eyes. I could hardly breathe and was going to end up permanently deaf if the crowd didn't stop screaming so loud.
I gave a silent yes that made Dave grin like mad. He reached down in his pocket, but was shocked to find it gone. He started to panic and feel around for it before stopping and turning round to glare at the girls. Ashley and Kate both shrugged before turning to glare at Lucy who had her hands behind her back and a cute smile on her face. She happily skipped up to Dave and brought one hand from around her back to shock me with a huge 24 carrot white diamond ring, that was one and a half times the width of my finger. Dave kissed her cheek and ruffled her hair before slipping the ring on my left hand. He barely had time to get up before I jumped his bones and kissed him with everything that I had. Dave deepened the kiss even more but was interrupted by a man in a black suit. We both looked at him before he opened a bag and took out the title that I hadn't held for 3 years. The horse riding women's championship. Taking the gold belt in my hands, I looked at it before raising it high above my head before returning to kiss my husband-to-be, The crowd still showing their appreciation, to one of the best horse riders in the world.

Malencia Jordan Nutini-Batista.