The crowd's roar was ringing in her ears as her arm was raised up in victory by the referee. Blood was still dripping from her nose and her arms and legs were covered in bruises but in that moment she felt none of it.
"Victory to Rogue!" the commentator announced, practically having to yell to be heard over the deafening cheers of the audience.
It was her first proper fight in the cage of the hidden underground world she now called home.The adrenaline rush was indescribable, despite the pain and despite the blood there was a certain overwhelming feeling of invincibility. The polls had been swayed against her, she was only an underdog and relatively new to the ring, but on her way to becoming a champion. Coming from an unknown background, most people rumoured that she had grown up on the streets, adding to her fierce demeanour. She had been taken in a trained in a variety of street fighing techniques, weapons and martial arts until she was finally ready.
But this was a completely different world, it was not called the underground for no reason. Most did not know about the happenings of the night, they were safe in bed and without a care in the world. To these upper world people she was a mystery, they knew not where she came from or who she really was. At school she became the outcast, the quiet girl who rarely spoke. But once outside of that constricting environment and into the streets she was free to be who she wanted to be.
A fighter, a rebel, someone who's demeanour screamed don't mess with me.This was my life above ground, living amongst the people who knew nothing about me. Where I was known as Bryn Sanchez, good for nothing troublemaker. The only reason I am still here and haven't left already is because I only have a place to live as long as I am in school. I don't have any parents, both abandoned me. I was too young to remember them.
Rogue was different, she was wild, reckless and independant. Thats why I liked the ring, fighting in the cage. Knowing that your strength is all you are relying on to keep you off the floor, thatll help you win the match. That you are all own in the ring but for the cheering crowd and your opponent. I suppose in a way it made up for me feeling like I was always dependant on others when I was younger and couldn't do anything for myself, I couldn't even stand up for myself. But now I can, and I can stand up for others.
In our world she was known as Bryn Sanchez, but on the streets she was known only as Rogue.
I am an 18yr old street fighter and this is my story.
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Teen FictionThe crowd's roar was ringing in her ears as her arm was raised up in victory by the referee. Blood was still dripping from her nose and her arms and legs were covered in bruises but in that moment she felt none of it. In our world she was known as B...