Anon and the circus 8: Corpse

>BB wanted me up as Straighty, in the middle of the night, and with a first aid kit. Of all the outcomes I imagined the scenarios that could involve these three things.  Several of them involved me being found in afew days with birds overhead but I dismissed the idea thinking that if I was bringing the bandages then clearly I wasn't supposed to be brutalized, clearly.
>...clearly.
>I slapped myself into Mr. Straighty, grabbed the kit, and entered the darkness.  I found the one tent with lights on and headed towards it.  As I approached I saw figures appearing.  People were heading to the tent.  Rough looking people, some looking violent and some looking just hard.  They walked around me without making a sound.  No one was speaking just marching to the tent with a focused look.
>Everything became clear when I entered the tent.  Bleachers laid out surrounding a fighting ring. This ring did not have four sides or eight sides but five sides.  I could not think of anything more forbidding than a fighting in a pentagon.  I saw the rear door, flap, thing and thought BB would be there.
>I found her there behind the tent sitting on lawn chair.  She was wrapping her fists up in tape.
>”I’m here. What are you doing with all this?” I said, holding the metal kit up.
>”Eh, you know. Bust some heads, get dat Dolla.” She said.
>”I suppose so.  Does Georg know you're doing this?” I said trying to sound tough. The air was dripping with masculinity, most of all from BB.
>”Enough of that crap. We gotta focus.” She stood up and placed a roll of black tape in my hand.  She immediately took off her top, sending her round bossom in my direction. I averted my gaze for many several reasons.
>”Ergmagerd…” I pittered. Something about her tits had an effect on me.
>She turned and said, “Really? I just saw your pecker and you're the one that gets sheepish here?” She thumbed a spot on her back. She wanted me to apply sports tape to her.  I snapped out of it and focused.
>”Shoulder to medius?” I said as I began.
>”Yeah, how did you know?”
>”Little brother was in football league.  Me and all my brothers were, actually, but we never had tape back then.”
>”How old was he?”
>”Six.  Preschool league.” I said applying generous application again of tape.
>She glanced back with a smile. She bared a lot of fangs but it couldn't be helped with her.
>”So what am I doing here?  Am I some sort of cutman or just general medical aid?” I said.
>”You also sell the t-shirts.” She added. She walked away and put her top back on.  I followed her back into the tent.  There we saw several men next to the ring. Five guys at least with tattoos, shirts off, some actually dressed in boxing shorts.
>”Those are guys. You fight guys? You don't fight ladies?” I interjected.
>”That reminds me…” she said reaching into her shirt.  After a second she produced something and handed it to me. “Hold that for me.” She finished before entering the forsaken ring.
>It was a brass barbell piercing.  It felt warm.
>”Urgh” I said realizing what it was.  I looked up just in time to see her straight punch in perfect form.  The man receiving that punch took it and fell flat, unmoving.

>What followed was one of the worst beatdowns the state had ever scene and we were not far from an Indian War battle site.  BB had unique malice and strength when it came to fighting and there being no rules served her all the better.  When she struck there was the popping of bone and the smack of crushed flesh. The local volunteers tried going at her one on one and when that didn't work they tried to rush her as a group.  Even though they hit her many times it seems like she had a natural instinct to strike back rather than recoil. The more professional fighters could defend themselves but that usually lead to tapping out from limb injuries rather than direct head and body.
>I tried my best to treat the men.  BB seemed like a predatory killing machine when I saw her but seeing her speed and unflinching brutality had me convinced she was a monster that naturally preyed on human beings.  My first aid skills we not nearly enough.  At best I could hand out ice packs, aspirin, and tell them to go to the hospital.  I saw that one of them had pulled a switch blade, at some point she had crushed his hand and the weapon was jammed amongst his bloody crooked fingers.
>The crowd was rowdy.  They had come in buzzed and seeing the violence got them more excited. When the faint hints of ransacking the place started to spread around the crowd there were flashing red and blue lights. They left in a hurry. I too was about to run, as blood splattered clowns usually aren't treated well by the police, but seeing BB laugh made me realize it was actually simple lights she had arranged to scare them off.
>I then remembered that BB might need first aid.  Despite winning she had taken more than a few hits.