In the Ring
Boisterous noise filled the air from the rowdy men hearing madly for the fighters. The air was filthy with the scent of cigarettes and sweat circulating within.
Of the crowd that surrounded the enclosed ring in the middle of the room, most were men. Seating above the arena were others smartly dressed to be seen in such a dingy place.
This was the underground fighting club. Like everything else done inside, this was illegal as well. At the entrance of the room, sat a man collecting money.
Everyone was betting on the winner of tonight's match. The famous lightning strike triple-A was in the building tonight.
It was common knowledge that she was a woman. Except for the club owner, no one else knew how she looked. Her presence toning was special since she hardly showed up.
The air buzzed with excitement as the preparation took place. Inside the private rooms of the fighter, a man sat dressed in a luxurious boxing cloak.