Payton POV

To say i was upset wasn't exactly the right choice of words.. i was sick of Ashton acting all high and mighty. Someone had to knock him off his high horse.

And it was going to be me.

I was currently back at the underground, getting into the ring for my next fight. 

After i left the gym angrily, my underground scheduler called up asking if i wanted to make some extra cash tonight. Still feeling itchy with the need to draw blood i quickly agreed.

What is wrong with me. I shook my head in disgust i was becoming no better then an addict when it came to fighting.

I turned my attention back to my opponent who was new to this ring, so lets give him a warm welcoming and see how well he handles getting his ass handed to him tonight.

I put in my coloured contracts and threw my straightened hair into tight braids. I wasn't stupid, i knew how dangerous fighting in an illegal ring could be, but this was the only way i could make quick easy money.. without selling drugs or my body at least.

My Ring name Jessamine (meaning deadly flower) was called to the ring.

Shaking out my nerves i walked out of the quiet locker room into the rowdy crowds.

Concrete walls made the room cold and gruesome, cheap metal bleachers and fold up chairs circled the dingy rundown ring that was fenced off by chain link fencing, trapping the opponents from falling out or fleeing the ring.

It was fight to the death or at a minimum till someone was out cold

The Majority of people here under estimated me, however i preferred it that way, being the underdog made it easier to take out my opponents, they were always unsuspecting which always guaranteed a nice pay check afterwards.

Stepping into the filthy, piss and blood stained ring the chain link door was shut and locked behind me, I glanced around briefly at the crowds; Looked like a bunch of filthy rich, blood thirsty mobsters here tonight.

It meant, tonight the mafia wanted blood.

I looked back at my opponent in surprise, fear and anger surging through my veins, increasing my already fast beating heart. Analyzing his short stocky build, shiny head and beady brown eyes, i would know his face anywhere. He was one of the three men who broke into my childhood home and killed my father.

Deciding my opponents weakness would be most likely his speed i chose to make sure to keep light and quick on my feet. I was going to enjoy making him beg for mercy.

If it was blood they wanted, it was blood they would get.

My opponent checked me over twice before grinning grotesquely.

"You look strangely familiar, where would i of met a sexy lass like yourself hmm?"

I bit my tongue sharply, restraint wasn't my strongest quality, but i wasn't going to lose focus now. Not when one of the men that haunted my nightmares was literally right in front of me.

I would get my revenge.

"Hey Doll face, What do you say we meet in the back alley for my prize after i give you a good beating"

A shiver of disgust went through me.

"How about you worry about yourself you sadistic pig ?" I snapped at him.

"Ooh shes got a mouth on her after all! Oye the things i could do with a mouth like that" he chuckled before looking at me darkly.

i was angry, how dare he stand there and mock me after everything he took from me, i used my rage as fuel for the fight. I couldn't let my anger blind me from winning this fight, exhaling i tried to calm myself. This creep was about to learn some respect.

The bell went off and i smirked, running i landed the first punch across the mans face immediately spraying blood across the floor.

"Why you little bitch seems like nobody has put you in your place" he spit before jumping back up to swing at me. Dodging it i kicked him in the chest, scoring another string of curses from the guy.

We fought like that back and forth, in the underground there were no rounds, it was keep fighting till your opponent either gives, gets knocked unconscious or dies.

It was a nasty circuit, that could end up deadly real quick.

My opponent was starting to wear down, he had gotten a couple good shots that were surly going to start to bruise by the morning however he was looking a little worse for wear.

I was starting to feel tired,this fight was going too long and honestly i was already bored of toying with the man so i went in for the kill.

Lunging forward, i raised my arm to punch the man square in the jaw when a sharp pain lodged itself in my ribcage.

Looking down i saw my white top stained red as blooded weeped from a wound left by a small switchblade lodged in my side. A swift punch to the jaw caused  my head to snap around.

My world was spinning, my ears rung as i tried the hold onto consciousness for dear life.

Glancing around the crowd, i keeled over  noticing Ashton staring back at me angrily

Those very sexy.. furious looking chocolate eyes.

Ashton? What was he doing here?

Not tearing my gaze away from his, i pulled the switchblade from my ribs and threw it outside the ring at his feet, grunting in pain.

Ashton winced reflexively but kept his angry eyes on mine, I don't know why he was so angry but if i were a normal girl, i would of thought it was because he cared.

He nodded back at the fight signalling me to finish it. Nodding back in silent understanding i turned back to face my gloating opponent, triumph and greed written all over his smug face.

"Ready for more bit$&? I bet you like being beat huh? Does being treated like a punching bag get you off or something? "

Turning towards him, i was enraged. But I was already weakened and rapidly losing blood, could i survive another critical blow?

The Blood seemed to flow quicker making the floor slick, i felt slightly light headed. Standing up i gripped my rib cage tightly, ignoring the screaming pain as i advanced to my opponent.

Red hot anger, fuelled me as my opponent and i kept dancing around each other. i knew i was going to blackout soon and i knew that was what my opponent was waiting for, just abiding his time till i fainted from the blood loss. Desperate for this win, i waited for an opening, holding on as i spit out blood and struggled with each breath. I watched intently as he hopped left to right, jabbed forward and defensively pulled back. If i could time it right i could land a hard kick to the head when he pulled back.

1..2..3..4 noticing my opening i moved forward as he pulled back swinging my leg high and kicking him across the face causing him to spin twice and hit the floor.

He was out.

My vision faded in and out as I felt the room sway, the inaudible chant of the room, silenced by the ringing in my ears.

Half the crowd boo'd while the other half cheered as the referee called the counted down, declaring  me  winner. A wave of relief flooded through me before my eyes rolled backwards.

After that everything went black as i slumped to the bloody floor.