Chapter Eight
Molly felt as though she was fighting two people; not only was she up against Victoria, she was struggling with herself. Digging deep, she reminded herself of the words she'd eavesdropped earlier…
"We don't accommodate losers… We don't accommodate losers… We don't accommodate losers…"
The words repeated in her head, again and again like a scratched record. It had the effect of restoring a semblance of fighting spirit inside her; she desperately wanted to fight back. Rolling over, she caught a glimpse of the broom Victoria had put in the ring, and reached out to take it into her hands. Summoning all the strength she could, she dragged herself to a kneeling position and saw Victoria's head pop up into view next to the ring apron. She wasted no time in swinging the handle into the side of Victoria's head, temporarily rendering her helpless on the outside.
Out of puff, Molly fell backwards and lay facing the roof of the cell. She saw Earl stood over her, but couldn't hear a word he was saying and the audience was also inaudible. Her scrambled thoughts didn't enable her to comprehend too much, but she was sure of one thing; She wasn't about to give up in a hurry.
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