I hauled back and let fly with every ounce of strength that I could, landing a resounding CRACK on her ass. It was awesome. My hand hurt from smacking the sculpted marble statue that was my sister, but it was worth it. She yelped and held her hand to her cheek.
Melissa turned to me, livid. "You'll pay for that, fuckface," she growled.
"Promise?" I grinned.
She was so mad, I'm not even sure if I did too good a job. I fled.
Grinning, I got to my seat, ready to watch her fight.
Her opponent was NOT prepared for the raging beast that came barreling out of Melissa's corner. She was only vaguely Melissa-shaped, a blur of knuckles and knees that took my breath away, as well as her opponent's. Melissa led the first round through sheer aggression, and a solid blow to the solar plexus in the se
