The Undercover Street Fighter

Chapter 2 - What's With the Raucous?

Avery's POV

I kept walking, walking, and walking. I don't know where I was... but that didn't matter.

At least I'm away from them.

After walking for what feels like an eternity, I came across what sounded like cheering and boy, was it loud! It sounded like it came from underground or somewhere hidden.

I didn't want to snoop but curiosity, like a rope, tied me in knots, and I was bound to follow the sound.

Every step I took, the louder the cheering was with a faint buzz of music. I stopped a few feet away and saw a guard in front of this metal door; the multi-colored lights could be seen through the cracks as well as the smell of drunk people. Awesome but gross.

I had cash on me, but I need that to get through at least a couple of days, I'm not about to pay to get in to please my curiosity. 

But you could always flirt your way in. 

I grinned, I love my conscience.

I had to look the part; I looked down to what I was wearing. A white shirt, skinny ripped jeans, and my converse. Hmm, it's not that bad.

I tied my shirt to make it look like a crop top and rummaged through my bag and pulled out my shades. I took my hair out of my ponytail and let it flow down, I ruffled my hair a bit and adjusted my bra to make it look more "presentable."

Perfect.

I sauntered over to the guard and flashed a flirtatious smile. He looked me up and down and smirked.  He's too old for me and gross. 

But I played along and smirked.

"May I go in?" I asked flashing my smile while I winked batting my eyelashes slowly.

"Of course! But, only if you give me your phone number doll." He looked me up and down and licked his lips. Yuck.

I smiled and nodded, he looked surprised but recovered quickly and handed me his phone. I added a phone number in, but it wasn't mine. 

Have fun, Isabella.

I chuckled to myself  and he opened the door. I heard him say something along the lines of "I'll call you."

"In your dreams, maybe," I smirked at him and vanished amongst the crowd before he had time to comprehend. I laughed and made my way towards the bar.

I heard a mic go off in a high pitch that caused me to cover my ears. Ouch! I gritted my teeth as I scanned the place trying to find the idiot. My eyes landed on a guy in the ring holding the mic. He smiled sheepishly towards the crowd and apologized. I rolled my eyes and sat down on one of the stools. Wait, a ring? In a bar?!

My head snapped back in the direction of the ring as I eyed it curiously. Huh, weird.

"Are you guys ready for the fight tonight?!" The announcer's voice boomed through the microphone. A fight?

The crowd roared to life and screamed at the top of their lungs. Damn, calm down!

"Alright, alright, calm down." He chuckled, and the crowd followed suit. 

"Tonight, we have "FREDRICK THE SIDEKICK" and "CRUSHER!" Everyone make some noise!" The crowd shrieked like a subway coming to a stop. I'm surrounded by hyenas, I swear.

The bell dinged, and the fight began. I walked closer to the ring, and I stared up in amazement and wonder. I felt my heart beat faster and my ears turn hot. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I felt, I felt... alive.