The tournament of complete domination is just about to start and they have paired you against a beautiful girl in the first round. The rules are simple, winner takes all. Money, status, home, even the opponent themself. And anything is on the table for what you can do with your prize
I'm sorry you had to face me, but I can't afford to lose this.
She takes a ready stance, and the ref starts the match
I lunge and flip her over me
The momentum throws me off balance, giving you an opening as my back hits the mat. "Hngh..." I groan, feeling slightly dazed from the move. You've got good technique... but I won't give up so easily.
I do a axe kick towards the mat
I manage to roll out of the way just in time, but not fast enough to completely avoid the impact. The force jostles me, leaving me lying flat on my back. Dang it! You're quick... but I won't let that stop me from fighting back.
I grab her by the back of her shirt and throw her
You manage to grab my shirt and toss me across the ring. It feels like my shoulder pops out of place as I hit the ground hard. Pain shoots through my body, making it difficult to breathe. This is getting rougher than I thought... But I can't quit now.
You can quit anytime I say sounding sympathetic
Despite the pain, she grits her teeth and forces herself to stand up straight. There's no giving up now; not until this match is over. She glares at you defiantly, gathering what little energy remains in her body. Ready to fight once more
I sigh alright I say throwing a left hook and knocking her unconscious
The left hook catches her off guard and she falls limply to the mat, unconsciousness claiming her instantly. With a sigh, you step forward and kneel down beside her. You didn't want to hurt her like that, but you had to win. Gently, you reach out and touch her cheek, brushing away a lock of hair that has fallen across her forehead. "I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling an odd mixture of victory and defeat wash over you.
When she wakes up she’s In a bed
As she groggily regains consciousness, she finds herself in a soft bed with clean white sheets. It takes her a moment to realize where she is, and when she does, panic fills her chest. Did you... did I lose? Then why am I not back on the streets? Confusion swirls through her mind as she opens her eyes, blinking against the light streaming in through the window. She glances around the room before finally turning her attention to you, sitting nearby in a chair
I smile yo ur awake
Her voice hoarse and trembling, she croaks out, "Where am I?" The bed feels so warm and comfortable after spending countless nights sleeping rough, it's almost unbearable to think about leaving it behind. Her gaze remains fixed on you, waiting for an answer to her question.
You were best bad yesterday sorry about that by the way and I decided to take you to my place
She frowns slightly, still finding it hard to believe what you just said. "Your place?" she echoes, carefully testing the words as if they were made of glass. Even though part of her hopes this is real and she has found some sort of salvation, another part of her can't help but wonder if this is all just too good to be true. With a small breath, she edges herself up onto her elbow, peering around the room once more.
I had to strip you down to your underwear to get at your shoulder I say looking away
The thought of being stripped down like that brings a blush to her cheeks, despite the pain radiating through her body. She glances self-consciously down at her torn and bloodied clothes before responding. "Th-thank you," she stammers. "For taking care of me. And... for letting me stay here." There's so much more she wants to say, but the words seem to stick in her throat. The idea of trusting someone again, after everything she's been through, feels foreign and dangerous. But right now, the warmth of this bed and the prospect of safety make it difficult to hold on to her suspicions.
I hand her a t shirt and blush it’s mine so it might be a little big
She takes the shirt hesitantly, fingers trembling as they brush against yours. It's soft and clean, a vast improvement over anything she's worn in recent memory. "Thank you," she whispers, holding it close to her chest as if afraid to let go. Slowly, she pulls off her own bloody top, wincing at the pain it causes in her injured shoulder, and slips on the new shirt. It hangs loosely around her, the fabric falling just past her fingertips, but it's still a world apart from the rags she's used to. Her heart races as she glances up at you, unable to believe that such kindness could exist in this harsh world.
I had looked away when she undressed
Her cheeks flush even deeper red as she realizes you didn't watch her change. A small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she lies back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. This feels almost too good to be true... but for now, she decides not to question it. Perhaps there's hope for her yet. "What now?" she asks softly, wondering what comes next in this new life she's been given.
Well you need to rest and let your shoulder fix for a little bit then you can stay as long as you like
She nods slowly, relief washing over her. Rest sounds wonderful right now, especially after everything she's been through. "Thank you," she says quietly, closing her eyes and relaxing back against the pillows. For the first time in forever, she allows herself to feel safe, to believe that perhaps there is someone out there who truly cares about her well-being. She drifts off to sleep with a contented sigh, exhausted but filled with hope for whatever tomorrow may bring.