Rise From The Dirt

The Underground

Chapter 1

The Underground.

"Place your bets! Place your bets here people!" A young girl with light brown hair and dark sea foam green eyes, shouted among the chattering crowd in the room. The large square room had a circle platform in the middle of it, dried splatters of blood and dirt could be seen almost engraved into the wood panelling. The crowd of men became silent as the girl stood on the stage.

"The next fight is Cindy Waters versus Walter Thompson! Place your bets with me!" The young girl shouted and as soon as those words left her lips the crowd came at her waving money around, "Please! One at a time!"

Said man Walter Thompson marched up and onto the stage, flexing his muscles as confidence reeked from every sweat gland on his body. He swept a hand through his short dirty blonde hair as his green eyes glistened as he watching his opponent get up on the same stage.

The next person, Cindy Waters, climbed up onto the stage wearing a nervous expression. Her hair cut short so that it reached just past her ears, her left side shorted than the right, as if shaved a couple months ago. Her side parting supported long and messy fringe that hung on the right side of her face, barely covering her eyes. Her black hair was messy and greasy looking, matching the grime and dirt on her face.

Her brown eyes looked innocent as she watched at her opponent with caution. He towered over her and was double her size in mass.

"She hasn't got a hope in hell," "I wonder if she'll even come out alive," Murmured throughout the crowd.

"Alright people! The fight will start soon, opponents, please stand on either side of the platform," The girl instructed, eyeing Cindy as she walked past.

"P-please! D-don't hold back!" Cindy stuttered making the crowd laugh.

Walter smirked as he got into a fighting pose, "Don't worry kid, I wont."

"The match will begin in 3...2...1...Fight!"

Cindy's eyes instantly changed into a glare, her nervous smile straightened into a frown. It was like this nervous and scared person became bored with the facade.

"Excellent," She muttered in an emotionless tone, making Walter raise an eyebrow.

Suddenly Walter went to swing forward, his fist clenched tightly. Cindy almost sighed, still wearing her bored expression as she calmly dodged him. As if in slow motion Cindy assessed the situation, a fist flying past her face, too much power put into the throw so that he's flying forward, an opening.

Quickly and calmly the calm woman grabbed his fist before kicking the back of his knee, making his legs give way as she continued to twist his arm back and pin him down on the ground.

The crowd became silent with shock as Cindy increased the pressure on the mans arm, making him turn from a confident thug into a wailing puppy.

"Please stop! Y-You're going to break my arm!" He continued to wail.

"And I thought you said you weren't going to hold back, pathetic," She muttered again.

"Please! I submit I submit!" Walter banged his free hand against the stage.

"And the prize money goes to Cindy Water!"

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"Nobody bet on you! It was great! Our best score yet!" The girl collecting the bets cheered as she and the winner of the fight strode down the street of the underground.