Angles in The Ring

I can hear the music blasting through the walls, the crowd screaming. I sit in the bathroom stall catching my breath. Feeling the adrenaline coursing in my veins. I leave the stall, walk to the sink and turn the knob for cold water. Looking at myself in the mirror taking deep breaths. It doesn't help that the bathroom doesn't have the best smell; writing all over the stalls, the white paint chipping on the wall, and the faint scent of vomit. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, splashing cold water on my face. Once again looking at my appearance. My curly-wavy brown hair hiding under a blonde wig, my honey-colored skin glistening with sweat, and my gray-blue eyes filled with hunger and excitement. Doing an underground fighting club can be dangerous, so I have to hide my identity, in case we have cops shutting the event down. The flickering of the light brought me back to reality and I exit the bathroom. The arena is filled with screams from the crowd watching the fights going on. I walk through the crowd toward the bar. I see Tom, the bartender, assisting customers. He looked over at me and smiled, so I returned the gesture. I can see some of the ladies by the bar practically drooling over him. The perfect beach bad boy type; sun-kissed skin, messy blonde man bun, covered in tattoos, blue eyes, and a winner's smile. I walk behind the bar and grab a shot glass. I always need a shot before a fight. "Getting the signature Princess shot again are we?" Tom asked. His Scottish accent can swoon an entire room and he knew it. "It's only tequila, Tommy." I laughed while pulling the bottle from the top shelf and started pouring. I quickly took the shot and started walking toward one of the three cages that my friend was fighting in. My friend Kell was fighting a really muscular guy, probably a heavyweight fighter. As I got closer, I leaned against the wall near one of the seating booths that wrapped around the club. I heard someone clear their throat. I looked out the corner of my eye to see a redhead woman wearing a short and tight leopard dress giving me a very smug look, the man next to her looked like an old office worker. She was a regular here but the men she brought were not. "Can you move from my table?" she sneered. I rolled my eyes and continue to watch my friend fight. I could tell he was messing with his opponent to tire him out and wanted to drag out his show. "Why are you still standing there can't you hear me b***h?" the woman yelled again. I glanced at the woman again but the person I caught staring was the friend. "she can always join." the old man said rubbing on the woman's thigh. " If you want to enjoy your 30 seconds, I would advise you to get a hotel room, but she will probably just take you in the alley." I said. I wave them off and walk closer to the cage to see Kell finally take his win. I see the opponent carelessly charging at Kell, but his movements have become sloppy. Kell smirked at the man dodging the charge and swiftly punching him in the stomach. Quickly following with a spin kick to the jaw. The announcer started counting as soon as the man fell to the ground. I knew he wasn't getting up. Sure enough, he didn't and I saw men run up there to drag him off as Kell came towards me with a smirk on his face. I heard both cheering and groans from the crowd. "Some people must have lost their money on the last bet." I thought. "Hey Dexter, what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he said. I glared at him causing his mouth to pull into a full grin. He's the only person who knows my real name so calling me by my last name pisses me off. Kell was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. Deep Espresso skin, warm chocolate eyes, clean fade cut, and pearly whites that have surprisingly yet to be broken. "I'm here for the same reason as you, money. Now stop asking dumb questions all the time." I rolled my eyes at him. After my parents abandoned my little brother, Jesse, and me 5 years ago, I've been helping make money since my older brother took us in. I had to find a way to make more since he went missing on a mission in Iraq, two years ago. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moment everyone is waiting for, allow me to introduce our princess and undefeated champ, Ace." the announcer yelled into the microphone. I walked into the cage and watch the crowd go crazy. "tonight our princess," the announcer glanced at my body and winked. Old p*****t. "will fight a newcomer." I zoned out after a while as the announcer loves to talk. I begin to focus again as I feel someone staring at me. I made contact with emerald eyes; you would have thought you were looking at the crystal itself. His onyx hair in a tight ponytail, his body sculpted and toned perfectly, a true adonis. I noticed he examined me as well, eyes traveling up until they met. I saw a smirk grace his lips. As the bell rang, we slowly circled each other to see who would make the first move. Finally, he charged at me at full speed, luckily I was able to dodge. I elbowed him in the back of the neck. He stumbled to the ground but quickly recovered. I put some distance between us. He charged again and punched me in the stomach. I gasped but ignored the pain and punched him in the face, causing his mouth to bleed. Not stopping my movements, I punched his ribs repeatedly. He ends up crouching over but grabbed my leg and pulled me down with him making me lose my footing. I scraped my knee on the cement floor. I don't waste any time and straddle his waist; I begin to punch his face. "It's a shame I have to change that pretty face of yours." I said swinging. He grabbed my right wrist and punched me in the jaw with his left. "I could say the same to you." He grunted. He threw me off him. He jumped up and began kicking my ribs. After the fourth kick, I think, I grab his leg and pull. Losing his balance, he falls into a split and I take the opportunity to bring my leg up to kick him in the head. he falls over hitting his head on the ground. I got up and looked him over, he had blood all over his face. The announcer began counting but the man didn't move. The match was set and I was the winner. The crowd cheered and went wild, I guess. As I was leaving the cage, I heard grunting behind me. My eyes widened as I saw the man get on his feet. He began to walk toward me. "You could have done better Dexter." He whispered, continuing to walk away. I shockingly watched him. Kell came over to me. I think he was telling me something, but it all sounded muffled to me. Just as the mystery man was about to leave, he turned and smiled at me. Even after he left I continued to look at the door the man went through. Kell tapped my shoulder, looking at him, I could see the concern in his eyes. "How the hell does he know my name?" I spat.