Chapter 42
Chapter 42
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.
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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 single minute. After her struggle in her first match, she won. The cheers of
the audience and the disappointed groans of the ones who lost money in their bets filled the air. As she
heard them, with their noises, she couldn’t help but feel proud and happy. The satisfaction she obtained
from that single match was not comparable to the several months of training in the gym. She enjoyed
her time there, especially with the coach… But the taunt sinews, the spraying sweat, her sore body and
bruised hands… The sensation she felt was like no other. Truly, even as she panted with exhaustion
and felt so tired that she wanted to pass out, she had never felt more alive.
And so she never stopped. She wouldn’t, couldn’t, give up the sensation she obtained after having
a taste. She continued for as many nights as there was a match.
Within a few months after signing up, she made her name known within the ring. With her overall
black costume and her kitten mask which was a collectible she got in a pawn shop, she became known
as the ‘Black Cat'… But in actuality she was more recognized to be a tiger. Mercilessly pummeling her
opponents, rising back up even as she was pushed down, refusing to take a loss, she always got back
up. Of course, for a few matches she actually lost, and that left her in a disappointed and vengeful
state. The next time she fought such an opponent, she made sure to pay them back every ounce of
pain she received and more, and she achieved that.