Prologue: A Caged Fight
She stood by the steel barrel and warmed herself by the fire. Her hair was long and it tight braided dreadlocks, her build was lean and cat like, her eyes were yellow and hawk-like. Her skin was deeply tanned, her complexion, clear and flawless. Her teeth were straight and pearly white with exceptionally sharp fangs.
The Wolverine stood in the cage gaining money by fighting anyone willing to go into the cage.
"Do we have any challengers?" the referee shouted into the mike.
The crowd booed him but no one challenged him.
"Are you going to let him walk away with your money?"
She stuck her hands over the flame and rubbed them together. "I'll fight him," she shouted.
"This isn't a tea party miss-"
"I bet you all of your money that I can beat him."
Wolverine looked over at her and arched an eyebrow.
"Look missy you're not strong enough to fight this man." The referee smiled.
"What are you afraid that I'm right and you're wrong and I'll win?"
The referee sized her up. "All right kid, you're on, but don't say I didn't warn you." he smiled evilly and left the cage.
She pulled off her trench coat and threw it against the side of the cage. She wore baggy black jeans and a tattered black tang top. She raised her hands and balled them into fists.
Wolverine turned to her and watched her. "I don't fight women."
She glared at him. "Pussy." She hissed and punched him in the ribs.
Wolverine doubled over, all breath left him for a long moment. Then he jumped up and threw a punch, she ducked and spun around on the floor and tripped him. He twisted around as he fell and went to kick her, but she jumped over his leg and kicked him in the neck.
Wolverine jumped up and threw a fake punch, she went to duck and his fist came up in a punch at caught her between her left eye and temple. She twisted around with the force, lashed her leg out and tripped him. She jumped up and kicked him in the head as he fell to his knees, then flat on his face.
She covered the left side of her face with her hand then looked at her hand; it was covered with blood.
"Damn it." she hissed.
The referee came in and looked down at Wolverine then at the girl. "What's your name?"
She starred at him. "What difference does it make? You own me all your money."
They bar was silent; everyone was in awe that a teenage girl had beaten the champ, Wolverine.
Reluctantly, the referee handed her all the money. She threw on her trench coat and walked out of bar.
A few days later Wolverine ran into Rogue and a few days after that, Liberty Island was the base of attention.
She watched everything from her television in her little apartment loft. The mutants were coming to be more known to the world, more feared, less accepted. She smiled, how long until one race came out on top?
She stood by the steel barrel and warmed herself by the fire. Her hair was long and it tight braided dreadlocks, her build was lean and cat like, her eyes were yellow and hawk-like. Her skin was deeply tanned, her complexion, clear and flawless. Her teeth were straight and pearly white with exceptionally sharp fangs.
The Wolverine stood in the cage gaining money by fighting anyone willing to go into the cage.
"Do we have any challengers?" the referee shouted into the mike.
The crowd booed him but no one challenged him.
"Are you going to let him walk away with your money?"
She stuck her hands over the flame and rubbed them together. "I'll fight him," she shouted.
"This isn't a tea party miss-"
"I bet you all of your money that I can beat him."
Wolverine looked over at her and arched an eyebrow.
"Look missy you're not strong enough to fight this man." The referee smiled.
"What are you afraid that I'm right and you're wrong and I'll win?"
The referee sized her up. "All right kid, you're on, but don't say I didn't warn you." he smiled evilly and left the cage.
She pulled off her trench coat and threw it against the side of the cage. She wore baggy black jeans and a tattered black tang top. She raised her hands and balled them into fists.
Wolverine turned to her and watched her. "I don't fight women."
She glared at him. "Pussy." She hissed and punched him in the ribs.
Wolverine doubled over, all breath left him for a long moment. Then he jumped up and threw a punch, she ducked and spun around on the floor and tripped him. He twisted around as he fell and went to kick her, but she jumped over his leg and kicked him in the neck.
Wolverine jumped up and threw a fake punch, she went to duck and his fist came up in a punch at caught her between her left eye and temple. She twisted around with the force, lashed her leg out and tripped him. She jumped up and kicked him in the head as he fell to his knees, then flat on his face.
She covered the left side of her face with her hand then looked at her hand; it was covered with blood.
"Damn it." she hissed.
The referee came in and looked down at Wolverine then at the girl. "What's your name?"
She starred at him. "What difference does it make? You own me all your money."
They bar was silent; everyone was in awe that a teenage girl had beaten the champ, Wolverine.
Reluctantly, the referee handed her all the money. She threw on her trench coat and walked out of bar.
A few days later Wolverine ran into Rogue and a few days after that, Liberty Island was the base of attention.
She watched everything from her television in her little apartment loft. The mutants were coming to be more known to the world, more feared, less accepted. She smiled, how long until one race came out on top?