The Street Fighter Meets The Gang Leader

Demon Vs Angel

-Dominic's POV-

"NEXT UP FOR TONIGHT'S MATCHES, IT'S NO LONGER THE PRINCESS BUT THE QUEEN OF HELL, THE MYSTERIOUS DEEMMMOOONNNN!!!"

I grinned once again at the commentator's introduction of me and made my way into the ring that I am now comfortable standing in.

I knew who I'd be fighting already. She had cheated by paying to skip fighting until now and wait until I was this high to fight me. She was a coward and I couldn't wait to beat her face up into a bloody pulp.

"AND CHALLENGING OUR QUEEN IS ANGEL!" My replacement.

I took off my signature jacket and threw it into the crowd as I always did, except now, whilst my eyes didn't leave Angel's. This left me with my stepbrother's hoodie now. I had been fighting with it on all night and it was stained with so much blood and sweat but there was still some blood I wanted on the hoodie before I washed it tomorrow. Her's.

I watched as she stepped onto the ring with what seemed like the sluttiest clothes she could find. Is she serious? I asked myself as I looked at her with almost pity. My look almost made her cower slightly which made me smirk under my mask but she made it apparent that she didn't want me above her so she stood what little ground she had.

"Babe, you do know that cash won't be thrown at you, you have to win it, right?" The commentator asked Clair and me, as well as a lot of the audience, started laughing at her.

This seemed to anger her and she stomped her foot onto the ground like a child before exclaiming, "Champ, they're being mean,"

The name made my smile falter and I couldn't help but started looking for him but quickly realised from the direction of the crowds' gazes that he was stood behind me. I turned my head back slightly and saw that he was the one who was holding my jacket this round. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest which made me sigh and turn back to the commentator before nodding, telling him I was ready.

"START!"

With that signal, I started running up to her. She yelped when I suddenly made it face-to-face with her, probably not expecting the speed. I went in for a punch but she held up a weak block against it. Well at least he taught her something worthwhile, I thought.

With her face covered, I ducked and tripped her over which made her head crash onto the floor. I picked up my leg and kicked her on her stomach while she was still down. She cried out in pain which was nearly satisfying.

"Y-you'll kill me! Stop p-please!" She then yelled as I got up slowly to look down at her while the crowd cheered my name over and over. God, this probably makes me a phsycho but I love when they beg for mercy.

"Too late," I mumbled back and started kicking, punching and beating her until there was blood all over.

"Darlin' you might want to slam that pretty arm of yours on the ground three times and forfeit or else our Queen really will kill you." The commentator then said from outside of the ring, casually leaning himself through the rails and looking down at Clair who could hardly move. I stood above them both, hardly panting and looking at the commentator for permission to continue.

"I-I" Clair tried saying but her jaw was busted, I knew she couldn't talk. "Sorry love. Arm. Three Times. Bang Bang. Done. Easy peasy." I chuckled devilishly. It's not as easy with two broken arms but I don't blame him for not noticing. I purposely made it the most painful for her to forfeit. Regardless, she tried and slowly, she was able to forfeit.

I put a fist up in the air and relaxed in the cheers of my fans.

"WELL, THAT WAS QUICK. NOW ONTO OUR LAST MATCH OF THE NIGHT! MY QUEEN CAN YOU STAY ON YOUR STAGE BECAUSE, FOR THE FINALS, YOU ARE NOW AGAINST THE CHAMMPPPP!!!!"