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Well…. There goes that job… the redhead found herself walking down a nameless street, a bag over her shoulder. For a moment she lingered on today’s developments. She had woken up employed, working for a research firm working on next generation prosthetics called Gemini Research. By the end of the day she was fired, her work taken from her, all because she made a mistake, trusted the wrong person. A friend of hers had been living with her for a while and came to her work, principally to bring Roahm her lunch, she ended up poking her head into rooms that were supposed to be secured.

And that was it, the best job Roahm ever had was gone. And knowing her supervisor, she wouldn’t work in that field, HER field, ever again…

She yelled, she screamed, she cried, and now she walked, alone. As the odd car passed by, the light from it showing her face, her makeup smeared and running down her face. Eventually her path led to an old warehouse, a little surprising she noticed it, but there was a crowd of people outside. With nowhere else to go she walked to the crowd. Listening to the people around her, Roahm gathered this place was some kind of industrial underground club.

As she walked down the stairs to the main atrium, her jaw dropped. The club was decorated in blacks and golds, statues of Bastet lined the outer walls of the establishment. Once inside she noted just how large it all was. Three levels high, the center opened all the way up to what she could only assume was the reinforced floor of the warehouse above. Along the sides, the second and third level had booths and rooms for more privileged guests. In the middle of the club was a massive bar in the shape of a cross that seemed to divide the floor in four.

Each quarter of the club was massive in its own right as well, room for dancing, a large stage from the outer corners for more…sensual arts. But also each quarter had a different fighting ring. A boxing ring, a wrestling ring, a steel cage, and a pit in the last quarter. The redhead was marveling at the sights when she saw a pair of brawlers exiting the steel cage covered in bruises, cuts, and one had what looked to be a broken jaw.

During college she had trained in some grappling and boxing, mostly for self-defense and fitness, and a thought occurred to her. That looks like a lot of fun…

“Like what you see?” She heard from behind her. Turning to look was a person, their features sharp, particularly their eyes. Amber eyes that seemed to see through Roahm. They wore a dark suit with a purple tie and had a simple, yet elegant cane in their hand. Their hair was dark, long and slicked back.

Roahm looked at them in confusion before they continued. “Welcome to my Club, the Rumbling Cabaret… I sense a lot of anger from you…”

She looked away, not knowing how to respond at first, then turned back a little bit of fire in her jade eyes, “Aye, there’s a bit, what’s it to ye?” she snapped back. Only to be greeted with a smile.

“Well, as you can tell my club caters to a certain… aggression. And I think you could use us to burn off some of yours. The rings are open to all who follow the rules. And I think you would make me a lot of money. Winner takes home forty percent for a first time fight, loser takes twenty the house gets the other forty percent. How about it, feel like taking a shot?” they asked, “Oh the name is Frankie”

Roahm thought for a few moments, all the anger from the day, from her life, had been bottled for so long. She knew this wouldn’t be the healthiest way to handle her feelings, but damn could it feel good. “Ye know what… Fine. Let’s do this then…” she answered. Whoever got in the ring with her was going to have a problem.

Roughly an hour later Roahm was in a locker room, dressed in some green shorts, gloves and thigh highs the workers had found for her. Her opponent was a smaller lady, named Heather Kettering, who had been working at the club to help her through college. A blonde, but a pretty one. Both ladies had chosen to go topless. And then there was the consent form, both her and this Heather had to sign it before the match was Okayed. The rules were straight forward enough, only the gloves could be used to hit, anywhere was legal, and as an option, both could get intimate with the other, though consent for that could be revoked at any time.

Then it was time, the red head was led out towards the ring, the crowd meandered, still dancing and carrying on as they were want to do. And across the ring sat the petite blonde she was going to fight.

The bell rang three times, and Roahm was off her seat. Moving in quick she sent a series of jabs at Heather’s face. But it was obvious Roahm was out of practice. The little minx was darting in and out of her range with some damn good reflexes. Her hits didn’t have a lot of power behind them but Roahm was sure they’d wear her down soon enough. Then, just before the bell rang for the round to end, Roahm finally tagged her across the face. The blonde bounced back reeling and rubbing her jaw.

“Not bad red, let’s see what round two gives us” Heather smirked as she went back to her corner. Now Roahm was pissed, not at Heather, but at herself. As the second round began this time Roahm charged out. Her gloves were high, and Heather wasn’t ready for this level of aggression. “What wha…!” was all she managed to get out when the leather met her face.

Sending the blonde staggering into the ropes. She desperately tried to get her guard up. But this redhead was now all over her. Shots from the right, the left, and one to her mid-section before an uppercut broke through. Heather’s arm flopped over the ropes. She knew this was a very bad place to be and that knowledge was confirmed as one, two, three, and four heavy blows rocked into her stomach. Each punched rocked her hard then the last.

The crowd outside the ring had finally noticed a fight was happening, bets were flying, and people were cheering and jeering. Once Heather managed to finally push off the ropes, her eyes where heavy, one gloved hand covered her stomach. Then before Roahm could charge back on her again the bell finally rang, ending the second round. This was back, those blows sapped a lot of energy from the petite blonde and she knew it.

On the other side of the ring sat Roahm, deep in thought. She knew the anger she was showing shouldn’t be directed at her opponent like this. Heather had no part in what happened to her. But gods damned did it feel good to have an outlet for it all. Her family’s death, her own struggles with coping to being an orphan, losing everything she had worked so hard for. This was going to be the start of something for her, the start of a real pressure relief valve for her. Though also, looking at Heather… the smaller girl was incredibly beautiful.



:Edit: So I decided to begin writing stories for a lot of older pieces that I simply didn't write anything beyond my usual praise upon the artist. I hope you all Enjoy this peek at an early bout for her, before all the ink and even before her mercenary work. It also features as her introduction to the Rumbling Cabaret Club and it's mysterious Owner Frankie. Hope you love reading as much as I do writing it ^_^

and here is the original Text

A new piece commissioned from a great artist named Wendel. I'll Link Him below. This piece is Roahm and Heather going at it!

art is by :icondrawing-4ever:

Heather belongs to :icon44th-phantome:

And Roahm of course belongs to me
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agh5eventh's avatar

Poor of her hehe

Nice draw!