Back in the underground boxing ring, the audience members were craning their necks, looking forward to a good show. They waited eagerly to see Yvette have the daylights beaten out of her.
Tysonâs face twisted menacingly. âFilthy whore, you asked for this!â
With a sinister gaze, he sent a savage thrust at Yvette. If Yvette had been caught in the punch, she would have been injured severely, if not dead.
The voices in the audience grew louder with excitement.
âWooâhoo, Tyson really shows no mercy! That punch is a death blow, looks like youâre all losing your bets! Iâm winning this round!â
The losing bettors started swearing at the boxers.
âFucking piece of shit, youâll make me lose all my money again if you canât even take one hit!â
âYeah, useless trash, why bother getting into the ring if you canât even hold a punch?â
Before they could curse even more, Yvette easily sidestepped Tysonâs fatal blow.
Yvetteâs eyes gleamed in that familiar way that sent shivers down oneâs spine. With a backhand strike, she landed a punch on Tysonâs face.
Tyson let out a bloodâcurdling cry, falling to the ground in a single blow. His hefty body made a resounding boom as he fell to the floor.
âDo you yield?â Yvette took her time putting down her fists, her voice sounding like she couldnât care less.
Tysonâs face was white with shock. Clearly, he didnât think heâd be beaten by such a young woman.
His eyes turned terribly diabolical.
This was complete and utter humiliation!
âNo!â Tyson gritted his teeth, scrambling to his feet. âIâll kill you, you filthy bitch!â
He was the King of the Ring! He could never lose to some scrawny woman!
Yvetteâs patience had reached its limit. Ruthlessness flashed across her eyes. Not wasting any more time on words, she delivered her punches with techniques that were even more savage than Tysonâs.
Blow after blow landed on Tysonâs face, leaving him unable to find an opening to retaliate.
The punches looked as though they shouldâve been weak and feeble, but Tyson was beaten until his face was bruised and his mouth was bloody.
The audience stared in shocked disbelief as they watched this unnerving scene unfold.
âGood god, are you seeing what Iâm seeing? Tysonâs being beaten up by a woman?!â
âHeâs basically being strung up and walloped at this point. Tysonâs famous for his formidable punches in this ring, but heâs clearly no match for herâ¦â
âHoly shit, where did she come from? Thatâs brutalâ¦â
Jared, who had been watching the fight from the bleachers, shivered in terror. Fucking hell, this dumb bitch was terrifying!
Tyson choked. âStop, stop! I yield!â
Tysonâs battered face swelled like a pigâs head, looking quite comical.
Yvette stopped her attacks nonchalantly. Her face was both cold and impatient as she scoffed derisively. âAnd you call yourself the King of the Ring?â
Those blows that Tyson had left on Madison had now been paid back tenfold.
Upon hearing this, hatred seemed to spill from Tysonâs eyes. How dare this ugly shrew say such humiliating things after beating him to a pulp!
As Yvette turned to leave the ring, Tysonâs stare turned even more venomous. He lunged at her, drawing out a dagger that he had concealed on his body.
He did this in a smooth, practiced motion that showed that he had used such dirty tricks before in matches with other boxers. 2 âDie, you fucking bitch!â