Amazon's Coliseum III (ENG)

Chapter 77: Emmanuel

The City

A taxi driver, a familiar sight outside the Minerva Arena, would often park there. He knew most attendees arrived in private cars, but someone almost always needed a ride, and the pay was usually quite generous. Often, beautiful women would emerge from the venue and ask for a lift elsewhere. He was always respectful, of course, but couldn't deny it was a pleasant sight. He'd typically wait, as these fares took a while, but if luck was on his side and the payment was good, he could finally head home to rest. Meanwhile, the radio played a melancholic, old ballad.

And, as if by a strange twist of fate, Tamara "Chocolate" Cholokashvili, standing in the center of the cage, waited for the crowd's euphoric cheers to die down. She found herself humming that very same song in her mind:

"Ahora me voy... no me lo repitas.

Estoy recogiendo las cosas precisas para irme a un hotel.

Un par de pijamas, jabón, zapatillas...

Y un par de camisas para no volver"

Microphone in hand, under the lights that had illuminated countless battles over the years, she scanned every face, every seat, every corner of what had been her dominion. Her presence remained commanding and proud.

-Ladies, gentlemen, and others... loyal followers of this temple of warriors, blood, sweat, and steel. For so long, we've shared and witnessed the fury, passion, art, and raw soul poured into this cage. We are, undeniably, the finest coliseum in this City, and I dare say, in the world!

The crowd applauded and cheered in agreement with the Georgian's words. In her mind, she continued to sing:

"Ahora me voy... no me lo repitas.

También me he cansado de tantas mentiras de no serte fiel..."

-Nights of glory, of unyielding warrior spirits, where combat held no fear for these gladiators. We've seen victories that propelled various Amazons to their peak, and defeats that forged their resolve. The Coliseum wasn't just a fighting palace; it was a home, a sanctuary for those who defied the rules, the norms that labeled women the weaker sex, unfit for such challenges. Here, these Amazons found their voice in the echo of battle! A voice that cannot be silenced no more!

The cheers continued, though some in the audience began to murmur. This sounded more like a wrap. Among the attendees, the Financial Messiahs who had bought the company looked self-assured, even discussing their next steps to take over the rest of Chocolate's enterprises, analyzing the intricate details of the situation.

-But every era must come to a close. Every flame, however bright, must eventually dim... yet, from every flame, there are ashes... and from those ashes, something will be reborn—here, Chocolate's tone softened, becoming less grand and more contemplative—. Like a mighty phoenix that will burn even brighter, more beautifully. Today, a book reaches its final chapter. The dreams, the sacrifices, the blood, sweat, and tears of each of these warriors, every soul who stepped onto this canvas and felt the cold steel of the cage, those who remain and those who are gone, will be etched into legends. For every book that ends... others are invited to create their own, their own story... where they are now the protagonists. These girls will soon be protagonists; but for now, with my heart in my hand, and gratitude in my soul...

"Aquí, en esta bolsa, me cabe la vida...

Con ella a la espalda... soy libre otra vez..."

Chocolate dramatically extended her right arm to one side, her left poised to follow only after she released the microphone.

-Ladies, gentlemen, and others... good night! The Coliseum's doors... have closed.