That's why this bar has become one of Nerissa's favorite places. She found this place soon after her debut and since then has spent no less time here than in the ring, in the gym and BDSM clubs. Therefore, there was no reason why the Native American woman would deny herself the pleasure of spending time with alcohol tonight.
Nerissa was holding a shot glass in her right hand and a bottle of whiskey in her left. With her back pressed against the bar, she gathered a small audience of listeners around her. Nerissa loved to talk. Usually Astrid and Charlotte had to listen to her chatter, but today her friends said they would arrive later.
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"Uuuuhhhh!!!!" She exhaled with pleasure after the fifth shot of whiskey. "And then this bitch found the strength to counterattack, can you imagine? I thought my head was going to split in half! And here we are standing in front of each other, blood is flowing from her head, blood is flowing from my mouth and nose, our bodies are covered with bruises and wounds, she even broke the strap of her sports top! But none of us was going to give up. Looking into each other's eyes, we knew that today was the day when we would beat the shit out of each other, to the last drop. Many would think that this is just madness. Funny, isn't it? I haven't had such hot sex like with her for a long time, and a week later we're trying to kill each other in the ring. Some romantic would call it love. Hah! But, damn, I love sex and hardcore!"
To the loud laughter of the crowd, Nerissa refilled the shot glass again. Hardly anyone would call her a local celebrity, but her stories after the matches have become a kind of tradition. It's only been two weeks since her last match. And some bruises and wounds could still be seen on her body.
The native American woman felt genuine pleasure talking about her last match. Sheila gave her a real hardcore match. It was hard for her to remember the last time she had enjoyed cruelty so much. She and her rival almost literally tried to kill each other, despite their pretty warm relationship. No, there is no place for pity in the ring. That's why they didn't spare each other.
Pride and stubbornness pushed them forward. And so they filled the ring and the space around with blood. It was a real pleasure for Nerisa. Although, she did not deny that she received no less pleasure immediately after the bell rang. In that match, the winner was entitled to a prize. And she got real ecstasy when she fucked Sheila right there. They were both covered in blood and wounds, and thousands of spectators were watching them. For Nerissa, it was euphoria.
"So what's next, Echidna?" The young guy asked before hitting the billiard ball. "Going for the lightweight belt?"
This question caused a smile from ear to ear on the face of the native American woman. She took her sixth shot before answering. The peculiarity of cheap whiskey is that it's still delicious, but it's unlikely that your head will thank you the next morning. However, Nerissa was used to living here and now, so she didn't care about tomorrow's headache.
"Glad you asked, Harry," she said, craning her neck to look at the guy. "Fresh air in the lightweight division is really necessary. Maybe many people don't notice it, but the fact is that things have become too predictable, and when things are too predictable, then no one is interested in watching it."
People around began to whisper because of bewilderment. Nerissa ran her long tongue over her lips. No, she wasn't going to give any more clues about that. Everyone should think about some things on their own.
"So, yes, at any convenient opportunity, I will fill the ring with the blood and cum of every brazen bitch from the lightweight division who dares to stand in my way," Nerissa poured herself a seventh shot of whiskey. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to become the first openweight champion, huh!"
Amid laughter and approving hubbub, Nerissa drank a new portion of whiskey.
"All four qualifying matches are over," she said, putting the bottle and shot glass on the bar. "And even though a fucking string of failures tried to put a stick in my wheels, I'm still here and I just have to beat the shit out of one British bitch in an Apex match! An eye for an eye and shit like that. Thanks to her, my path in Apex began in defeat. And I think it's fair if thanks to me her path in Apex ends in defeat! Although, to be honest, my manager and I still have not received an answer to the match request. Perhaps, like most cowardly bastards, she intends to hide from me behind excuses. I've already defeated you and I have nothing more to prove. Bla bla bla. Shhh!" Nerissa hissed irritably like a real snake. "This is the main problem of this federation. There are a lot of veterans here and each of them has such an inflated ego that it makes me sick!"
The Native American woman took a deep breath, trying to calm down a little. Despite the fact that she was strong and independent, the series of failures hit her hard enough. It took her a lot of effort to even her score of wins and losses. When you lose literally three times in a row, it always destroys your reputation. First her debut. Then that match with the veteran. And finally the PPV match. It was not the best period in Nerissa's life, especially considering that it was with these failures that her new career began.
"Well, if she doesn't have the courage to answer my challenge, then I'll find someone else, more brave." Nerissa's voice became cheerful again. "The world is round and we'll get even anyway, right?!" The bar patrons cheered. "Bartender, everyone has a shot of whiskey at my expense!" At this moment, the windows in the bar shook because of the joyful shouts.
