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thatdeaniegirlsworld · 3 years ago

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Toxicity Chapter One

Jo's P.O.V

The loud piercing screams of the voices that surrounded me were enough to give me a headache for the rest of the night. I stood in the back corner while watching the two average fighters in the ring. The first man was about 5'6, and had super upper body strength, but if he were to get knocked off his feet he would be done with how weak his legs were. His opponent was the opposite, great foot work, but his arms were getting tired from holding them up to block the other man's strikes.

I'm no stranger to the ring. I am, however, new to underground fighting. I knew it was illegal, but I was intrigued to find out more. I left Texas, my home state to try and start over completely. I was tired of never getting anywhere in life with the same dead end job. It was that typical 8 to 5 where you dreaded it every single day, and even felt depressed.

I loved to write, but no one ever gave any attention to my writing, but I was hoping moving here to Las Vegas would change that. A change of scenery, and starting over, that's what I needed.

"Hey there pretty lady, I've never seen you around here before." Some guy who reeked of alcohol and cigarettes says as he walks up to me. I roll my eyes, and keep my attention on the fight. "Hey! I was talking to you!" He screams over the roar of the crowd.

"Not interested!" I yell back, and continue to watch as the man with the upper body strength continued to give blows to the man beneath him until his face was unrecognizable.

"I don't care if you're interested or not. You're a woman, and you are here to serve us men." He says, laughing. He grabs my wrist, pulling me to him when I move out of the way, and twist his arm behind his back, snapping his wrist in half, and kicking him to the ground. "You crazy bitch!"

"Is there a problem here?" One of the security guards asks as he walks up to us. The man gets up, holding his wrist.

"That bitch just broke my wrist!" He yells, and I roll my eyes at him. "She needs to be kicked out!"

"You mean here? At an illegal underground fight? Who are you going to call? The police?" I ask rhetorically, and I hear a laugh from behind me. I turn to see a man walk up with cargo pants on, no shirt, and a black leather jacket. "Let's not forget to mention that you were trying to sexually harass me, sweetheart."

"Chad, is this true?" The man in the leather jacket asks the man who's name is Chad apparently. He holds his broken wrist, and looks between the two of you.

"Women use that as an excuse for anything these days." Chad says rolling his eyes, and I take a step forward.

"I don't need an excuse to kick your ass. You better be lucky all you got was a broken wrist." I spit, and he looks like he wants to hit me. "Go on, hit me. I dare you. Better yet, why don't you meet me in that ring, and I'll show you what poor excuse YOU are of a man?"

"Jon, you just going to let her talk to me like that?" Chad asks, and Jon leans up against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are you going to accept her challenge?" Jon asks him, and Chad looks at him like he's out of his mind.

"You want me to fight a girl?" Chad asks Jon who pushes himself off the wall, coming to stand face to face with Chad. Chad looks up at him with nervous eyes before glancing over at me again.

"No." Jon say, and Chad relaxes a bit. "But, I'm not the one who put his hands on a woman. I'm not the one who issued challenge, she did. Now, it's not nice to keep the young lady waiting. I believe she is awaiting an answer from you." Jon steps back, leaning against the wall again while grabbing a cigarette, lighting it. "Well?" Jon asks with an annoyed expression on his face.

"My wrist is broken, so no." Chad says, and I smirk at him. "Once it's healed though, I don't mind putting her in her place."

My eyebrows shoot up, and I go to step forward when Jon holds out his hand in front of me before hitting Chad across the face with his fist. "What kind of man actually accepts a challenge to hit a woman you pathetic piece of shit."

"Not a good night for you, Chad." I tease as he spits out blood, giving me a glare. Jon shakes the blood off his hand before taking another drag of his cigarette.

"Get him out of here. He's not welcome again." Jon says, and I watch as the security guard from early drags him outside. He turns to look at me, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette. "What's your name?"

"Jo." I tell him, and he nods, finishing off his cigarette. He drops it to the floor, putting it out with the heel of his boot.

"Did he hurt you at all?" Jon asks me, and I shake my head. "I'd love to chat, but my fight is up next. Stick around, and critique me?"

"Why would I critique you?" I ask him, and he smirks, looking down at me with his piercing blue eyes.

"Don't you want to learn from the best, Angel?" He asks, his face dangerously close to mine. "Or do you think you have it all figured out?"

"I never said that." I tell him, rolling my eyes. "I can break your wrist just as easy as I did his."

He laughs, stepping closer to me. "You can't break what's already broken. You can try your best, but you'll only scratch the surface."

"Who says I want to try?" I ask him, and he smirks at me again. His facial hair being hit by the light of the moon as we stand near a window in the back.

"Girls like you don't learn how to do that just because they wanted to. I'm going to figure you out, Jo." He says, his eyes staring so hard I swear he's looking at my soul. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to knock out my opponent in less than three minutes."

*** It had been about a week since I had come across the illegal fighting gym, and if I had to be honest, I was intrigued.

Although my fighting days were over, I wouldn't mind just stopping in every week just to watch.

"Jo?" I hear my name and snap my head up. It was the security guard from the other night. "We met the other night. You broke that guy's wrist?"

"Right. I never actually got your name." I tell him, and he sits down across from me.

"Seth." He says, and shakes my hand. "You've been making quite the buzz."

"I have?" I question, and Seth nods.

"Oh yeah, everyone is talking about the badass girl who broke a guy's wrist her first night in Vegas."

"Not much goes on around here, does it?" I ask, laughing lightly.

"You could say that." He says, and stands up. "There's another fight tomorrow night if you're interested. Boss said he wanted you there, and, well, you don't want to get on his bad side."

"Who's this boss? Will I meet him?" I ask him, and he gives me a look. "What?"

"Jon is the boss. You've already met him." He says before waving, and walking out of the Cafe.

*** "Name please?" The body guard asks me.

"Jo." I tell him, and he scans his list with his pen.

"Sorry, you're not on the list." He says, and I scoff at him. "Sorry ma'am."

"The boss himself requested that I be here." I tell him, raising an eyebrow when I catch Seth. "Seth!" He waves at me, and walks over. "Will you please tell your bouncer here that I was requested by Jon."

"Oh yeah, she's with us, Roman." Seth tells him, and he gives me questioning look before allowing me though. "I'll make sure to get your name on the list next time."

"Good." I tell him, and he drags me all the way to a pit area above the ring. "What am I doing up here?"

"Jon's request. He wants to talk to you after the show. There's snacks and drinks in case you get hungry." Seth says, taking a water bottle.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask him, and he nods. "If Jon is the boss, then why does he still fight?"

"You can take the man out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the man." He says before leaving me alone.

I hear the crowd scream and notice that Jon was now making his way down the ring. He had his signature black cargo pants with his black leather jacket, except now, it had the letters M.O.X down the middle. I'm guessing that's his nickname?

I watch his technique, and he definitely got a thrill out of doing this. Every punch had him smiling, even when he was hit and his mouth began to bleed. That didn't stop him though. In fact, it made him go harder at the fight.

He looks up towards me momentarily, a smirk on his face, blood trickling down his chin, and neck. I felt a shiver run up my spine, and he turns around to knock out his opponent. Again he did it in under three minutes.

He knows he's good. You can see it all over his face. I wonder how much one gets from one of these matches?

I continue to watch the people downstairs before the door creaks open. "I'm glad you came." Jon says, walking further into the room.

"I was told you requested me, and to not make the boss man unhappy." I tell him, and I noticed he had been cleaned up somewhat. "Why do you still fight when you own the place?"

"Long story. Did you enjoy the fight?" He asks, and I nod my head. "You fight, don't you? There's no way a woman like yourself comes into this establishment who hasn't been around something like this. Because the other type of woman that comes in here are to fuck the fighters, and you don't strike me as that type."

"Why does it matter what type of woman I am?" I ask him, and he walks closer to me.

"Because, I can see it in your eyes. You may have stopped fighting, but I can see the need for it. I'm not sure what has brought you here, but if you would like to get back into the ring you love, call me." He says, handing me his card. "Even if it's just to work out some stress, my gym is open. Oh, and you've been added to the list. Roman is very cautious when it comes to the fighting business."

"Thanks." I tell him before gathering my stuff. "See you around, Jon."

He nods at me before pulling out his cigarette, lighting it. I watch him take a drag, and blow it out. "You want some?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, and he pushes off the wall, walking over to me.

"Why?" He asks, and I smell the smoke on his breath.

"That's a conversation for another time." I tell him, and pull myself away from him to leave the building.

*** There was something off about Jon. I couldn't put my finger on it. He was different to say the least. Every time I tried to write something, it would be about him, and I have no idea why.

Maybe it was the way his blue eyes shines when the blood started to fall down his body, combined with the sweat.

Or maybe it was the cocky walk he did on the way to the ring. Or the way he held the cigarette up to his lips.

You'd be blind not to find the man attractive, but the last time I fell for the 'bad boy' it didn't end well. Hence why I moved fifteen hours away.

I pull out his card, and look down at the number before adding it to my phone. I did miss fighting, and I definitely needed the money.

What could be the harm?

*** I pull up to the gym, and lock my car before walking inside. It was bare inside. Just the ring and the workout equipment were all that was shown. It was weird not to see the people here.

"There's my little fighter." Jon says as he comes out of his office. "I'm glad you called."

"I guess you can take the girl out of the fight, but you can't take the fight out of the girl." I tell him, and he smirks at me.

"So, tell me, how long has it been?" He asks me, and I'm caught off guard.

"I'm sorry?" I question him, hoping he isn't asking what I think he's asking. Would hate to beat up my boss on my first day.

"Since you've fought. How long has it been?" He asks, and now I feel dumb thinking he was asking about sex. Wow, I need a cold shower.

"I was forced to stop month's ago." I tell him, and he looks over at me. "Long story."

"You're not hurt, or sick are you?" He asks, concern written all over his face. "Is that why you were forced?"

"No. I wish that was the reason though." I tell him, hoping that he would change the subject.

"What did you specialize in?" He asks me, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"I don't really know. I kind of did everything, but I was always quick on my feet, and knew how to dodge really well."

"Something tells me you're being modest." Jon says, laughing lightly. "You broke one of my customers wrists your first night here."

"That was different, he was trying to cop a feel." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Remind me never to never attempt that. Unless you ask of course." He says with a wink causing me to laugh lightly.

"Okay bossman, what am I doing first?" I ask him, and he starts walking to his office.

"You coming or what?" He yells over his shoulder, and I follow him to his office. As I look around, I see no pictures if a wife or family.

"No family pictures?" I ask him, and he shakes his head, looking down at the table.

"Don't have one. This is all I have." He says, and my heart sinks. "So, do you happen to have any tape or recordings of your fights?"

"No. No one really knew I did it." I tell him, and he nods.

"Do you have a job?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Good. I want you to be up here every day for the next two weeks, training. Then, I'll give you an exhibition match. If you impress me, I'll give you a job."

"Wait really?" I ask him, and he nods. "Paid to fight?"

"If that's something you'd like, yes." He says, and I nod. This way I could afford somewhere other then a motel and crappy food, and focus on my writing. "Great, come by tomorrow. Be ready to fight."

"I always am." I tell him before exiting his office.

*** I dressed in black leggings, and a pink crop top with my back jacket thrown over. I pull my hair up into a bun and make my way over to the gym.

Jon wasn't there at first, and so I just began working out until I heard the door open, and close. I was in the middle of a pull up, and so I dropped my body down, and wiped the sweat that had already began to pool on my body.

"There she is, my little fighter girl. You ready to train?" He asks, and I nod.

"I'm training with you?" I ask him, and he nods.

"You want the best don't you?" He asks me, and I roll my eyes at him. "Come on, get in the ring."

I look around at the familiar structure. It's been a while since I've been in one of these. "Jo?" I hear Jon call my name.

"Sorry, what's up?" I ask him, and he walks up to me holding wrist tape. He takes each of my arms, and wraps it up before letting me loose. "Will I be fighting men or women?"

"Mainly women, every now and then a man may show up." He says, and I nod. "Now, hit me."

I throw a punch but he quickly grabs it, and reversed it, locking it behind my back. "Reflexes are my strong suit." He whispers in my ear before letting me go.

He goes to kick me, but I quickly move out of the way. We dodge each other until he literally has me pinned up against the ropes. "Dammit girl." He groans, and pushes off me. "I may have met my match with you."

"Don't feed my ego, Jon." I taunt, and he smirks at me. "Come on, let's keep this thing going."

*** "Jo, can I see you in my office, please?" Jon asks me, and I step away from the punching bag, looking around at the other fighters training before walking over to him.

"Yes, bossman?" I ask, and he beckons me over to a room next to his office. "What's this?"

"This is where you will get ready for your fight tomorrow night, and I got you something special." He says, before walking further into the room, and pulls out an outfit.

It was purple, and lime green. My two favorite colors. I can't believe he remembered that I told him. Then he pulls out a robe that says "little fighter girl" his nickname for me.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him, and he hangs it up on the hook near the door.

"I see a lot of myself in you. You're a fighter, angel. Tomorrow night, show everyone else that I'm right."

"Thank you, Jon. You have no idea what those words mean to me." I tell him with tears in my eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get all emotional."

"Come here." He tells me, and he pulls me in for a hug. "I'm betting on you, my little fighter girl."

"I won't let you down." I tell him, pulling away from him.

"I know you won't. Now, go get some rest. Need you ready for tomorrow." He says, and I nod before leaving the room.

*** "You're telling me you do this for fun?!" He yells in my face. "But yet you cry when I lay a hand on you. I told you it was an accident! I love you, why can't that be enough? Instead you parade around those filthy men in almost no clothing for money!"

"This isn't about you, Dylan! Why can't you fucking accept that?!"

He grabs me by my throat, and slams me up against the wall. "You are nothing but a pathetic little bitch. You are nothing with out me!" He let's me go, and I try to gasp for air. "Your mother was right, you don't deserve love. You deserve nothing."

I jolt awake and the memory, and see that it was just half past nine. Fuck. Why did I have to have that nightmare the night before my fight?

My chest begins to rise, and fall quickly. No fuck! Not now, please. Just breathe.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. You know I love you right? I just lost control." Dylan tells me, and wraps his arm around me. "Why don't we go out for dinner? Somewhere nice?"

"I'm tired." I tell him, and he looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Of all of it. I can't keep doing this."

"Baby, I'm sorry. Believe me!" He starts yelling. "I'm apologizing, and you don't want to listen to me!"

He takes my head, and slams it against the table. Pounding is all I feel, and my hearing was impaired. "Fuck, baby! Look what you made me do!"

"I thought I told you to get rest?" Jon's voice pulls me from another memory.

"Sorry, boss." I whisper and make my way to the room next to his office. I sit down, and he sits down across from me.

"What's wrong?" He asks me, and I shake my head. "Jo. Tell me."

"Just had a few nightmares last night, no big deal." I tell him, and he moves to kneel in front of me.

"Do you need to reschedule? You don't look good, angel." He whispers.

"No. Fighting is the only thing I do right. I told you I wasn't going to let you down, and I keep my promises." I tell him, and he looks up at me. "I'll be fine."

"Jo." He says warily, and I wave my hand at him.

"Go. I need to get ready." I tell him, and he sighs before picking himself up off the floor.

"Good luck, fighter girl." He says, and it actually puts a smile on my face.

As I make my way out, I see Jon from in the pit looking down at me. He sends me a wink, and I await my opponent.

Imagine Dylan's face. Give him what he always did to you. So, that's exactly what I did. I delivered many uppercuts, and straight punches, and she was out cold in under a minute.

I look up at Jon who smirks at me. My hand being raised, and men looking like they want to have me for dinner.

I make my way to the back, and lean against the door, breathing in. Man that felt good.

"Can I come in, angel?" Jon's voice is on the other side of the door. I open the door, and he pulls me on for a hug. "Forty five fucking seconds. You're so bad ass!"

"Watch out, I don't think there's room for both our egos in here." I joke, and pull away from him.

"Well, I think it's safe to say that you have a job now." He says, and I breath out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god. Maybe I can get an actual apartment and decent food now." I say, laughing.

"Well, tonight dinner is on me. Have to take out my newest fighter! So, shower and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you fighter girl."

*** I was having about three fights a week starting out, and every single time, Jon was there to support me.

I was beginning to get the nickname "minute girl" by the fans, and I loved it.

"Hey minute girl, care for a drink?" I hear a voice ask, and I turn around to see them. My face pales, and I drop my drink. "Something wrong?"

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, and he gives me that devilish smile. The one I once fell in love with. "How did you find me?"

"You're popular, minute girl!" He yells, and I feel my skin crawl. I look over to Seth, and he sees my reaction.

"Stay away from me." I tell him, and he reaches up to touch my face. I flinch, and slap his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Is there a problem here?" Jon's voice comes from behind me.

"No. Dylan was just leaving." I say, and Dylan balls his hands into fists.

"What a shame, it was just getting interesting." Dylan says, and steps closer to me. "I know you miss me, baby doll."

I shove his chest to see him get furious enough, but he wouldn't hit me in public. "Can't calm your fighter?" Dylan asks Jon.

"Get the fuck out, and never come back. I'll know if you do." Jon says, and Seth takes him outside. I let out a breath, and grab the bar for support. "Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah, can you take me home please?" I ask him, and he nods.

"Of course. Come on." He tells me, and I follow him to his car. "I'll come back for your car in the morning, alright?"

I nod, and pull my knees up to my chest in his passenger seat. "I'm sorry." I sniffle, and lift my head up to look at him. "I don't know how he found me."

"Who is he?" Jon carefully asks, and turns down the music volume.

"My ex. He's the reason I moved all the way out here." I whisper, and Jon looks at me with pity on his face.

"Bad break up?" He asks me, and I look down at his cigarettes. "Need one?"

"I shouldn't." I tell him, but take it anyways. He lights it for me, and I inhale the smoke. "He used to beat me. Dylan."

I watch as Jon's hands tighten around the wheel. "He took advantage of me, too. That's why I broke that guy's wrist. I don't do well with strangers touching me, especially when I tell them no."

"Say the word and I can have him gone with no questions asked." Jon says, his demeanor rigid. "I mean it."

"What? Like kill him?" I ask, and he just stares at me. "You'd kill him for the things he's done to me?"

"I've killed people for a lot worse, angel." He says, and my body goes cold. He's killed people? "Only the bad people though, so, you're safe."

"You just admitted that you've killed people." I tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders. "You're not worried I'll run to the police?"

"Nope." He says calmly. "And you want to know why?" He says when we pull up to my new apartment.

"Because I know you've done it too."

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