She would win, just like always.
Roxanne began wrestling after growing dissatisfied with boxing and her domination in the field. She wanted something more stimulating… Something that challenged her so much that it distracted her from the thought of her dead father and the emptiness she felt in his absence.
After she began boxing for nearly two years, she heard some of the regulars talking about it… The underground wrestling club. She took caution and listened to them clearly, finding out the exact location of the place. Of course, as a high school student she needed a guise and an alias, so for the first time since she was ten years old, she sneaked out of her house and went to see the sight of the unknown. That single experience changed her life forever.
The sounds of struggling breathing, the impact generated as flesh met flesh and both opponents gave their all in a fight. The noise made from the crash as opponents were sent flying, the cheers of the audience… And most of all, the loud thumping of her heart as she experienced the scene and took it all in, made Roxanne desire the forbidden even more.
Of course, it was illegal. She was a high school student, and also a girl. Yet, she wanted to also participate. Fortunately for her, there was no restrictive process in participating. No one asked for her name, her age, her identity, and they couldn't care less about the fact that she was a girl. Only one thing mattered in the arena, and they asked her a very simple question…
'Can you fight?"
When she heard this, she couldn't help but smile.
'Yes, I can!" She responded with vigour and confidence.
And just like that… She was in!
Of course, she wore a costume, most especially a mask, to prevent anyone from recognizing her. After all, she heard of the place from members of the gym. It would be a surprise if one or two of them showed up. She was always careful not to show her face among the people there, and to be honest… No one cared. They didn't care whether she was a girl, or whether she was in high school, whether she was pretty or if she had a boyfriend. The only thing they cared about was strength!
And that was all that mattered to her there too. She couldn't care less about the money she received, though that was very useful for her too. All she wanted was to fight.
Her first match was an experience she would never forget. She had never felt that way before. With the huge man standing in front of her, ready to take her down, she knew she couldn't you'll her punches. However, reality didn't hit her as hard until he did. After his first hit landed on her, and the audience cheered for him, she finally understood. With the loud ringing in her head and the pain she hadn't felt in a long time, she maintained her stance. In the ring, she wasn't training… She wasn't practising… She was fighting!
And so she fought, and fought and fought. She kept fighting for moments which seemed like eternity, yet it also felt like a