Ayla 3 [A WWE Multiverse]

Chapter 16 -You... You did it?

Ayla walked along with her cousins and her mother around the town. The town was nothing like in Connecticut where it was full of tall corporate buildings. Here, it was more of a country side cowboy town. 

They bought all sorts of food, tried every dessert. They made sure to show Ayla the best traditional Samoan cuisines that could hardly be found in America. Her favorite was the fa'apapa, a sweet dish made from grated taro or breadfruit, cooked with sugar and coconut milk. The mixture is baked until caramelized, giving it a chewy, pudding-like texture. She couldn't get enough of those, so she was gonna make sure she asks Ata for the recipe later. 

Ata is a great cook. She made a whole luxury cuisine for the entire family today, but the highlight was her panikeke, the Samoan pancakes. Western pancakes are usually cooked on a griddle or frying pan with a small amount of butter or oil. They are flipped to cook both sides and have a soft, fluffy texture throughout. But the Samoan version pancakes are deep-fried in oil, which gives them a crispy exterior and a soft, fluffy interior. The frying process results in a golden-brown color and a slightly crunchy texture on the outside. They even had a taste of coconut milk which was a definitely an appetite stimulator. 

As they walked around the town, Ayla heard a bunch of yelling. 

"What's that sound?" Ayla asked.

"Oh that? It's just the street wrestling" Melissa said. 

"There's a street wrestling right now?" Ayla asked, liking the sound of that. "Can we go watch?" 

"I wouldn't if I were you" Derek said.

"Why not?" Ayla asked. 

"They're not pro wrestlers. They are actual wrestlers who punch people for money. And they'd randomly pick people from the crowd, even though they aren't a wrestler and make them fight" Derek explained. 

"I have no problem then. Come on, let's go" Ayla said, dragging Melissa with her. 

"No! No!" The team tried to stop them but Ayla was already far in front. They had no choice but to follow behind her. Only Lachlan, Caryll, Vexy, Nick, Jasper, Melissa, Jey, Ophelia and Derek were there. Jey was the eldest among the group, being in his 30s, still he has not the slightest idea of what is going on. 

The club was full of people in such a tight small place. They had a small ring in the middle, people stood randomly surrounding the ring with no barricade to separate the fans from the ring. It was a much smaller ring compared to the standard size they have in the WWE. Most of the people there weren't even professional athletes nor do they even know each other. Still, the place was going bonkers and it was so deafening, they could barely hear the people next to them.

Ayla stared in awe as two women wrestled in the middle of the ring. They were at least twice her size and in strength. They seemed fearless and so comfortable in the ring, like they have been doing these for years. Ayla has never failed to admire women who can wrestle. Either professionally or not, they never fail to amuse her for all the strength a woman could have in her body. 

Ayla clapped with the rest as she saw one of the woman pinned the other, gaining victory in the match. The referee lifted her hand in victory, followed by another woman walking in with a tray in her hand, full of cash. 

"Here's your winner, Bessie Bullhorn" The ring announcer said, followed by cheers from the crowd.

"Anyone else wanna fight me?" Bessie said and the crowd cheered louder. 

"I do" Lachlan almost, just almost fainted when he heard a voice beside him say the most dangerous word in the alley. It may be the most romantic word in church, but not in a street wrestling club.