Angie had no fucking idea what she was doing. She ducked another punch and side-stepped her opponent. Her heart seemed to be beating in her ears, the crowd's angry screaming sounded faint in the background. A pair of green eyes stared intently into her own, fueled by a love of cruelty and the lust of adrenaline. The mans mouth twisted into a grin and Angie refocused. "The cage edge is closer, push back". She tried to sidestep him again but paused midway when her opponent darted forward. She swiftly dropped part way to the floor and swept his feet out from under him. She threw herself on top of him and reaching for his arms. "Ugh." An elbow slammed into her stomach, but she ignored the sickly lurch. She had a match to win. Using every bit of strength she had, she held on tight to the muscled arms. The man squirmed under her hold, shouting obscenities and slurs. "Keep it up asshole", she thought to herself. The more energy he wasted being a dick the closer she was to winning.
"GENTLEMAN WE HAVE OUR WINNER!" A bell brutally chimed in the background. Angie winced as the crowds noise began to filter into her consciousness. Suddenly she was shoved into the fencing while asshole guy (she refused to call him by his stage name, 'The Lion King' was not a name any grown man should go by) stood up and pretended not to stumble. He threw one last glare at her and went to sulk in his own corner with jeering from the crowd. A pair of hands picked her up and shoved something heavy into her stomach. "THE BEAUTY OF THE RING AND OUR REIGNING CHAMPION ANGEL HAS DONE IT AGAIN!" Angie struggled to hold onto the gaudy winners belt and tried to look serene. Underground fighting only had it's appeal if there was blood shed and some dramatics to go with it.
Finally released by the (admittedly beautiful) announcer, Angie slipped away as fast as she could. She always hated making her way through the crowd. Men who were way too old to be having an interest in her would try to grope her on the way to the locker room, and she didn't have the patience for it today. She used to just elbow the offenders but was chided later and at risk of being banned. "Creepy old fucks." She sighed as she finally made it to the locker room, the noise level cut in half. As she made her way to her bag another figure slipped in.
"Figured you'd be busy catering to the masses." Angie said. A throaty laugh filled the room and Roulette walk towards her, hips swaying. "Don't you worry about the darling," she put her manicured hands on Angies face, caressing it lightly. "They're all riled up from your lovely performance." Angie hated how everything Roulette says sounds sexual. She was already frustrated enough with work, school, and dealing with her grandmother. She didn't have time for sexual frustrations, not that she really felt anything for Roulette. She knew what happened to Roulettes playmates and Angie's plans didn't involve being Roulette's new whipping girl.
Angie stepped away from the touch and crossed her arms over her chest. Roulette chuckled. "Always business with you Angel." She reached into her dress and pulled out a stack of bills. "How the hell did she hide that when that dress is practically painted on?" Angie wondered. She grabbed the money and flipped through the bills, Roulette clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Do you really think I'd cheat my star performer?" Angie snorted, "I'd be an idiot not to." The two grand was all accounted for and Angie tossed it into her gym bag.
"Your next fight is on Monday night." Roulette said haughtily. "I expect you to be on time, and I even made up a new outfit for you." Angie winced slightly, a new outfit usually meant a skimpier outfit. The one she currently had was a skin tight crop top and matching white leather pants. The chafing was awful and it felt let every step she took would cause the material to rip. Roulette slipped out the door and Angie finished changing. She left through the rickety door in the back, not wanting to risk any followers while she made her way home quickly like every other Gothamite. She was completely unaware of the small green tag along hidden under her fighting outfit in the gym bag. The ring pulsed slightly, almost approvingly.