Funnily enough, as Cindy stormed off to where the PT Room was, Alexa was just staring at me shocked because I just put her in a match without asking. It was true that she'd do me a favor here and there but compared to everyone in my group, she wasn't the one I'd pick first if we were being totally honest.
Alexa was still holding her spoonful of food, "W-Wha— Me? You're putting me in a fight?! With that girl?!"
I chuckled, "So what? Your odds are so-so, besides, even if Tatiana's been training you guys for a week plus extra— Nah, you'll just see for yourself."
"O-Okay?"
Tatiana quipped from the side, "Oh yeah, I'll double— no triple your training if you lose, soo... No pressure!"
"H-How is that no pressure?! I'm way~ pressured now!"
Jeremy cut in, "Nah, she's too fired up now getting put aside or what's the word I'm looking for? It's... It's not actually a word but her ego takes a hit if she thinks she's not that important— plus her movements get sloppy when she's mad. You'd only need to be really~ careful when she clams up."
I turned to him, "Really? Interesting."
He chuckled, "It's just weird if you ask me."
"Heh."
'I'm super chill but I do get fired up and gives me some bonuses but... I do some things when I clam up for real...'
With that said, Megan took it upon herself to hype up Alexa—though she also received an assuring nod from Seb—but it didn't take long before Tatiana and I were wearing referee uniforms and was about to officiate the two's exhibition match. Honestly, I'm more curious to see how Cindy moves because I know more than Alexa than what she knows she is capable of.
I started, "Alright, no eye-gouging, hits the to the back of the head, the whole she-bang— and if we say stop you stop. We'll be forced to use force when you don't comply to these basic rules of safety and we're looking for a clean fight!"
Tatiana added, "That's right! No hair-pulling, crotch-grabbing, nipple-twisting, throat-fingering—"
"The fuck are you—"
"Heh, I said too much— FIGHT!"
Ignoring Tatiana's silly face and everyone's chuckles, the two started by touching gloves and giving each other a nod. Additionally, they were wearing proper sparring equipment: thick open-finger gloves, headgear, and a mouthpiece, and they were on this thick mat that would provide a lot of cushion.
But yeah, Cindy was the one who rushed in after a short exhale while Alexa had already put up her guard.
"LAST ONE—"
Cindy was just grinning from ear to ear as she saw Alexa's face turn even more serious but her face suddenly turned to what "This fucking bitch!" would look like if we put it into words.
What happened was instead of sending another low kick to her inner thighs—which she was definitely prepared for since she was flexing her quads—Alexa sent it right on her left torso without her notice.
And to add insult to injury—though not as much, Alexa performed movements as she threw a left kick straight for Cindy's right temple. If that kick was as "fast" as "normal" high kick would've traveled, with the amount of power Alexa put in it, it would've been a knockout if Cindy hadn't put up a guard at the moment it would've connected.
However, right as she threw more punches which Alexa guarded against, she ate two more low kicks which caught her off-guard for some reason because they were a tad "faster" than what she took willingly.
But yeah, this situation suddenly made her take a deep breath and take a lower stance as she put all her focus on Alexa's weird movements.
She was patiently waiting for Alexa to attack but we gotta cut them off because it had been a good three minutes. We would've let them fight for five minutes each for three rounds but that was what we decided on just because.
'To lessen chances of injuries too...'
"DING! DING! DING! Sorry, we don't have a bell—"
"FUCK! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET INTO IT!" she exclaimed as she turned to Alexa, "THE FUCK WAS THAT?! WHY ARE YOU KICKING SO WEIRD!"
Alexa couldn't believe her ears, "W-Why would I tell you?!"
"ARGH! YOU'RE DOING SOME WEIRD SHIT AND I'M GONNA FIGURE IT OUT!"
I chuckled from the side, "Oh, your special program doesn't cover that? Huh."
"S-SHADDAP! YOU'RE THE REF! BE PARTIAL AT LEAST!"
"Hey, we got a bet riding on this! At least let me trash-talk!"
"FINE, SHRIMP-DICK—"
Then reactions from my "circle" emerged one after the other. I wouldn't even put all of their names here but you know the deal. It's just that Cindy seeing their reactions, among other people who saw as well, caught her as off-guard as the weird kicks she's been receiving and she just went red on the face as she shouted at them.
"W-WHY ARE YOU ALL LAUGHING AT ME?! LAUGH AT HIM!"