"What do you mean he didn't show up?" Alice had just come back and it's up to her to sort this out? The supervisor was so clear: the match should have started 15 minutes ago, but the other contestant is not giving any sign, is not answering calls or messages or e-mails; and the public is splitting up. Some security guards claim that those who are considering leaving and getting their entrance fee back if they don't get what they came to see are increasing in number and the supervisor had to leave her post near the cage to come and report this to her. And they don't have a half time to entertain anyone because Kyle already entered the octagon and it would be strange to displace him now.
Alice nibbled on her fingernail, pensive and quiet. The supervisor continued, but she interrupted him.
"Wants me to tell Andrew to convince ViVi to..."
"No, we'll waste more time getting her down from her dressing room than throwing a guard into the octagon." She got up and walked to the smoked window.
To the audience, they are just silhouettes in a lofty, elegant office. And Alice had an absolute view of the whole room. She could see that boy very clearly, inside the octagon. Nervous and not knowing where to turn; he was practically a first-timer in the field. Unfortunately Alice had just arrived a few nights ago and there wasn't enough time to get her up to speed with everything.
The supervisor had stopped counting time by this point. Whatever is to be done, Tim is already placating the crowd with an open bar.
"Do you want me to throw one of the new ones?" he suggested the supervisor.
But Alice just stared into that octagon, rubbing her chin as she kept squinting, muttering.
"Mmh... No. I'll go myself," she clarified, unbuttoning her jacket.
"Ah, well. I'll go to... what?!" He was stymied.
"You don't think I can't take care of it, do you?" She added, had him a condescending smile to lighten the situation as she unbuttons her shirt as well, having contemplated doing the same with her low heels.
"Well, no; but..."
"Come on, Daymetter, Don't make a tempest in a teapot and tell Andrew to get me a pair of shorts and trainers, will you?"
He listened to her
After this preface, Louis Daymetter returned ready to operate the situation from the inside. Shaking off his coat before he began. He intruded with the other ears under his direction to distribute the scoop. From them he passed to the security guards, who showered whoever asked for it with the information,
with dissimulation; or whoever seemed to need it; the bartenders intercepted it from all sides and they provided it to the bartenders, who
questioned it with the fans.
Finally, he ended his manoeuvre by approaching the octagon - where he should have been from the start - to attend to his main asset. "Hey kid, you didn't even ask for a glass of water while I was gone!" As Daymetter offered a bottle and reached out and did some dialogue. - these 25 minutes must not have been easy - the crowd turned towards one of the service entrances, opening up to make way for someone very, very important for this moment.
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Oh! Hoho! Yes! This sounds much more interesting~!" The announcer's voice cedimented it as he turned off the music. "
AFTER AN ABSENCE DUE TO ROTATION IN THE ADMINISTRATION.... SOMETHING VERY SERIOUS MUST HAVE BEEN DONE BY THIS AMERICAN FOR THE ADMINISTRATION TO HAVE DECIDED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM WITH THEIR OWN HAAAAANDS!!!!! ... WITH A WEIGHT OF 70.1 Kg AND A STATURE OF 175 CM... THE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE HOUSE OF GART... THE SECRETARY AND RIGHT-HAND OF THE BOSS OF BOSSES HERE: ALICEEEEE EVAANS!!!"
The woman hooked her hands on the fence just as her name was called out - unlike Kyle who found a ladder, she climbed the old cage to the top and dived inside, landing in a crouch like a tiger and showing her presence by standing up and seeking eye contact with her simple, calm eyes. Kyle had been showing off his experience and confidence by showing up dressed in his boxing shorts; Alice did exactly the same, clad in that sports bra, shorts and trainers to
protecting her tantalisingly sculpted body from the claws and bruises that lie in wait in here. Ready to warm up on the spot with him.
She was not a woman full of animosity like other top fighters here, but from her side of the fence, her eyes were relaxed and her mouth curved into a polite smile, seeking eye contact to convey to him what she hopes to do to him as soon as one gets rough with the other to win and, if of course, he wants the top prize so badly as for he can
finish her and claim it.
"Well, I wish you luck with her, tiger." Daymetter encouraged him before detonating three hammers blows to the bell. "There'll be a consolation prize, huh"
"DIN DING DING!"