Thread: Against the Ropes [ Sigr & Captain Brandeau ]

After Ayna's incredible win, the crowd went wild with applause and cheers. Their thundering voices made the entire pub quake, sending vibrations through Vinny's body from his head to his toes. It was impossible to see through the confusion as they all jostled around the ring and forced him even closer against the ropes from where he witnessed Ayna prevail under pressure. He'd been worried up until she delivered the winning blow, taking note of her strong offense and limited defense. It was because of the whatever guard she had that her face only sustained minor swelling and her body only bruised on the surface not certainly because the bouncer showed restraint. The ex-soldier lay bleeding on the cold floor until enough man-power had gathered to lift and carry him away. Seeing how it took three men to do so, Vinny felt like a proud parent. It was his first time seeing Ayna fight and she demonstrated strength and security against a brutal opponent in a matter of minutes. They used to wrestle in the front lawn and back in those days she could barely lift one of his arms. To his surprise, she immediately bounced over to him where he got a better view of her left hand to assess whose blood belonged to who. Her smile was contagious, reaching his lips, Of course I saw, I couldn't take my eyes off of ya's! Now come on, let's get you all cleaned up. Vinny lowered the ropes a little so she could effortlessly climb over. He took her wrist into the palm of his hand, leading the way through the mob. It was useless to say anything while in the midst of all the noise but Vinny had so many questions to ask her, it was getting harder to have to wait until they were in a quiet setting. He took her to the ladies' restroom near the bar and patiently waited outside like he told her. Shortly after, Nick caught up and approached Vinny. Indicating the door to the women's bathroom with his thumb, She in there? Nick nodded when Vinny confirmed. Then he asked, I shouldn't be surprised that you know a great fighter like that one, but how do you know her? Ayna's an old friend. At first he was unsure of what to introduce her as -a friend or family- when conflict between them was apparent. Vinny inhaled the rich scents of cognac blended with cigars, it was like an entirely new atmosphere on this side of the bar. We, well, I lost contact with her until today. Well she can contact her new friend Nick for a fight anytime. That was the best matchup we've had in months. Beautiful women walked in and out the door beside them, not sparing Vinny a second glance while in his work uniform. However, they teased in their outfits most squeezed their curves into dresses with fabric so tight they wiggled instead of walked, their contoured skin glowed beneath the pub's warm lights, and their hair was fashioned in suitable styles per personality. The two continued to wait for Ayna while admiring a few flavors and when her familiar form stepped back into the public, Nick held out to her a simple white envelope Vinny hadn't noticed before. Inside was 400 in twenties. That was some fight you put up, Ayna. This is your cut, you earned it. And when you're hungry for more, the door's always open. Nick said with a bright smile on his face.