SCARLETT
Wrapping the protective layer of wrap over my knuckles as i try to keep calm. I've been a fighter at Red's since a year or two ago when home became too much to handle and I needed an outlet for my unreleased bottled anger.
Plus it is quite hefty with the pay off if I fight good that night. This place has became one of my favorite places to be aside from 'Gingers nook' that I spend most of my days at, it's a library that a sweet old lady runs.
We soon became acquainted when I stumbled upon the shop one afternoon, she has became the grandmother I never had.
The door to my locker room opens and I see Veronica at the door. "You are on in 5." she tells me.
"Thanks, V." I tell her with a nod before she takes her leave for me to get the rest of my preparation done before I have to beat the shit out of someone or get beat.
I've had a long role of winning many fights, but everyone has their off days so I don't become cocky with my title.
Taking a swig of my water, I look into the mirror and make sure I look badass. My hair is back in a bun with a lot of stray away hairs. I have my low wasted black shorts on, they make it easy and comfortable with I have to move and flexible during my fights matching it with a black cropped wife-beater tank.
Sighing and shaking the laziness from my hands and legs I start to lead my way out of my dressing room and down to the underground arena.
My fighters name is Pantheress because of my black hair and dark green eyes. It suits me since I win most of my fights with calculating the weaknesses, size comparison, and skills before the start of the match is announced.
Everyone is locked on the fight this is unraveling in front of my eyes. One of my peers from this club Onyx swings a violent right hook towards her opponents jaw after she had bruised her stomach with a flying elbow.
Almost every fighter here has a name that suits the capture of that said name. She's called that because of her gorgeous ebony skin and head full of wild black curls, and to top the name off with her gorgeous dark brown eyes that look almost obsidian are "siren" shaped eyes that give her an intimidating look to her.
I watch as her fist connected with her opponents jaw causing a crack to resonated across the arena soon followed with a lot of groans and frowns as they lost their bets when betting on the wrong person.
Leaning on my side against one of the pillars by the entrance, I watch the jaw cracked girl sways to the side as she tries to regain her very unreliable grip on her balance.
Before Onyx takes the small moment of weakness to her advantage and throws a upper-cut fist towards her chin watching as her head flys back right before her body follows soon after as it crumbles onto the floor.
The Referee counts down from ten and i see the girl on the ground trying to get up, but blood is oozing from her mouth and it looks like her head took most of the fall.
"Three!" the Ref shouts as the ones who betted on her yells for her to get the hell up and win the fight.
"Two!" the crowd becomes more angry and aggressive with their shouts.
"One!!" the crowd erupts in yells of protest, joy, and laughter as Onyx smiles widely at the crowd and give them a comedic courtesy with her imaginary dress.
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