JADE POV
"Do I really need a blindfold?" I ask again, from my seat next to Vega in the back of the cab.
"Yes, it's a surprise"
"I hate surprises" I growl, although I was excited not that I would tell her that.
"You will like this one," she says as I feel the cab stop, she leads me out paying the driver and moving me into a certain position. Before taking off the blindfold, it takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. We are standing in front of a house? A house that looked familiar…..
"No" I gasp in shock realizing where I was, although it was harder to recognize without blood all over the outside and during the day, it was the house the from The Scissoring in. "How did you?" I attempt to ask.
"You said this this was one of the places you most wanted to visit, right?" Vega asks, fiddling with her hands in front of her.
"Yes, thank you for taking me here," I say grabbing one of her hands. "It much better than the copy in LA," I tell her, she grins reaching into her pocket,
"Want to take a look inside," She asks showing a key. "I called the owner of the home, she normally doesn't like people coming near the house but, we came to an agreement"
"What, we can really?" I gasp, not even focusing on the agreement at the moment I drag her to the door, she laughs at my excitement, before unlocking the door.
"This is awesome" I grin, pulling her into each room and giving her a very detailed description of everything I knew about it, unfortunately, we could only stay two hours before we had to leave, but we managed to get a good amount of pictures to prove we were there.
"So what did you think?" Vega asks as we crawl into another cab to go grab some lunch before heading to the supercenter.
"It was amazing, thank you for taking me," I tell her giving her a kiss, she pulls back smiling
"I'm glad you liked it"
"What was the agreement?"
"She wanted my tickets to tonight's Shelby Marx vs Emília Marthe match. I was more than happy to trade them for my girlfriend"
"Are you crazy?" the cab driver interrupts from the front, good to know he was listening to our conversation. "This match is supposed to be amazing, I barely managed to get tickets it sold out so fast"
"I can watch it on TV later" Tori grins at me like it's an inside joke, which I guess it sort of is.
I groan from my seat in Vega's changing room which was more like a dressing room in my opinion although incredibly small, the tv screen showed Vega or I guess Marx having an interview and she was currently answering questions about her training schedule. I was apparently grounded in this room until the fight actually started. The only reason I agreed was that I wanted to stay here. I sigh as the interview cuts off and it shows an old fight that the two had over a year ago. I look away as the camera moves into a shot of a cut on Vega's face. This was going to be awful to watch and the more I thought about it the sicker I felt. Trina even mentioned that I had to calm down because I was freaking Vega out. TRINA, who has been freaking out about her little sister since we got here. I jump as, Vega, Trina and Juan come back into the room, I sit back up on the couch making sure the stupid wig had not moved. Vega comes sitting beside me, "How you doing, East?" she asks, with a grin.
"Fantastic Marx. How about you? Nervous yet?" I ask making it seem like a joke and not more of my worrying.
"Nope, it's going to be fine 25 minutes and it will all be over. Nobody lasts a full round with Marx" she brags causing Juan and Trina to throw clothes that were lying around at her and yelling at her to stop being over confident. "25 minutes, if I can't take her in the first round I'll back out, she's good a lot better than last time" she whispers so the other can't hear, and I hear a little fear in her voice. Although I'm glad she is, in fact, taking this seriously, I don't want her to start doubting herself now.
"You are going to do great," I tell her, she nods not looking convinced, before getting up to answer her Dad's call. By the time she hangs up and gets changed it's time to head out. I follow behind Vega and Juan, with Trina at my side she now looks as worried as I feel, even if she is trying to hide it. I ignore the fans screaming in the stand as well as the announcer, my attention focused entirely on Vega who just went bouncing into the cage. I gulp when I see her opponent she is at least a foot taller and quite a bit bigger and she looks terrifying she glares at Vega seeming to become more enraged when all Vega does is smile in return. I grin at how confident Vega looks none of the fear that I saw earlier was present. By the time the first hit is thrown it's clear won't be able to keep up, and make sure to listen to the announcers.
"Right of the top Marx takes a hit to the face"
"Looks like Marthe is out for blood tonight"
"Owe that's gotta hurt, this is shaping up to be quite the fight neither is backing down"
"Marx takes another hit, looks like Marthe has really stepped up her training for last time"
Suddenly there's a bang as Vega's goes face first into the cage right next to me, Marthe slams her body into her and I see a look of pain shoot throw Vega's face followed by a brief look of fear. I wish I could climb in there with a pair of scissors. Marthe leans closer saying something quietly in Vega's ear, Vega's face hardens looking cold and determined. There's a lot of motion and I have to listen to the announcers again.
"This could be the end for Marx….oh not wait"
"No, and Marthe is out all it took was three hits from Marx and one kick to finish her off"
"Marx wins, brutally knocking Marthe Out"
"Whatever Martha said, Marx definitely didn't like it"
"Wow what a fight…" I tune out the announcer as Vega makes her way out of the cage with a grin that's obviously fake as she seems to be in some amount pain. A large cut across her forehead. She waves to the crowd before walking over to give Juan a hug. Trina must notice something I don't because she briefly panics ushering us all away. Paramedics met us at the entrance of the room taking Vega inside and instructing the rest of us to wait outside.