When Joaquim arrived with Benedita, the laughter started again. This woman bought for almost nothing was going to face trained men. Nobody took her seriously.
Joaquim, however, paid the registration fees with his last cents.
The first fight pitted Benedita against a butcher from Barra Mansa, a 120 kg man with a thick neck and heavy fists. The crowd was betting on him.
Benedita entered barefoot, dressed in linen pants and a white shirt tied at the waist. No gloves, no protection. Only his body, his technique and the anger of a lifetime.
The butcher attacked. She dodged, turned the body and sent a hook up her ribs. The sound of the bone giving way echoed. The man fell to his knees, unable to breathe
The second opponent was a capoeirista from Recôncavo, fast, agile and dangerous. He circled around her, repeated the sweeps and kicks. Benedita took it, observed, looked for the rhythm.
When she found him, she moved forward like a thrown force. One blow to the chin is enough to stop him.
The third fight was more difficult. His opponent, a former soldier in the Prata War, was technical, experienced and cruel. The fight lasted four minutes. He broke her nose. She broke three of his ribs and won on points.
In the final, the sun was setting. Benedita was bleeding and barely standing, but she was still there.
In front of her was Tomás, a huge man measuring 2.10 m and 150 kg, son of a human trafficker. He had killed six men in clandestine fighting.
Eduarda de Araújo came down to the ring and asked Benedita if she was brave or crazy. Then she added that she wanted to hire him if she won.
Benedita spat blood on the ground and replied:
“I’m not for sale. “
