This is not made for TV. This is the raw, brutal underground of no-holds-barred combat. Inside the cage there is nothing but me and the pain I inflict on those who dare enter. In the cage, I never have to worry about anyone but myself. Yet, when she began standing outside of the cage, everything changed. I was no longer fighting for the money or the glory - I was fighting for her.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I immediately saw a figure leaning against the outside of the fence and looking back and forth down the street quickly. Each time the head turned, a long brown pony tail bobbed around, and strands of hair got caught in the chain links. If the short-shorts and Fin's logo on the shirt weren't enough to go on, the gigantic, evil handbag gave her away.
"What the fuck?" I snarled through the fence.
Tria startled and looked at me, turning quickly on her heel and holding up her keys clinched in her fist. I titled my head to one side and raised an eyebrow at her. What was she going to do, wave them around at me from the other side of the fence?
"I'm pretty sure that was not meant to take the place of a ride," I said, nodding towards the keys in her hand.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Tria yelled. She adjusted the mega-monster purse on her shoulder and ran her hand through her hair. "The girl who was driving me got another job. She just walked out today, and there wasn't anyone else on shift with a car."
"So you're walking down this street again?" I yelled. I slammed my palms into the chain links, making the whole side of metal rattle. She jumped away, stammering.
I didn't give her much chance to finish. I was livid.
"After what happened the last time? Seriously, Tria?" I paced over to the edge of the building and back to the fence again. My fingers wrapped around the links and yanked. " You do have a fucking death wish, don't you?"
"I do not!"
"Then why are you being so stupid?" I screamed. I planted my feet right where they were, and my heart thumped audibly in my chest.
"I was trying to find you!" she yelled back.
"Well, why didn't you come in the fucking bar?" I tossed my hands up into the air. "Is there not a big ass poster right there in your face saying exactly where I am on Friday nights?"
"I tried," Tria said with a glare. "The bouncer wouldn't let me in."
"I'm only twenty," she said with a shrug.
There was something about that news that flipped a switch in my head. I knew she looked young, but I didn't realize how young. The idea that she was out here on her own, trying to make a go in this place without even being old enough to get into a bar killed my anger and made me feel something a little odd as well. Respect? Maybe even pride?
Whatever it was, it also hardened my dick.
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