Thread: Against the Ropes [ Sigr & Captain Brandeau ]

Ayna walked into the Downtown underground as she had done a few times before, since she was legal of age to do so. She overheard talks about the event on Benny's gym once as two dudes passed by, so she had been feeling curious since. The first time she was just 17 and was rejected, but since she got to 18 she had been going once in a while, just to watch some action even if she didn't ever partake. Hell, she wasn't even sure how that went, but given that it was a place that even if illegal seemed to be properly structured with a bouncer and all that, so it had to need some trick to it. Ayna's step wasn't the same of other times she visited though, even if usually confident, her stride today had a furious energy to it, a sort of anger born from pride and frustration. It wasn't like she was second guessing herself, or at least she didn't think so. She had said to Vinny what she needed to be said, and she was generous enough as to acknowledge that she'd think about it. Sure she had composed the paper that Vinny gave her after tearing it to pieces and took a picture of it, but that didn't mean anything. She wasn't going to call him. Or at least she didn't think so. There wasn't nothing wrong with doing so if she wanted to, but she didn't, for sure not at that moment. Ayna just wanted to vent. The ring was the object of attention for most people there, a crowd that she didn't care about and were just an invisible mob for all she cared. Sure, they all had their reasons to be there, but Ayna just didn't share those. She was there, or anywhere else where fighting was done, for the fighting itself. Ayna wanted to be stronger, to be better, and the only way she could measure how much she had improve was through getting matched with others. That was the only path she could go if she wanted to make sure. She didn't even mind the discipline, as far as she could get involved in a match with a clear set of rules Ayna thought herself to be ready for either boxing or mixed martial arts, as the place was home for both. Plowing her way through the crowd, Ayna managed to get closer to ringside, not for a closer look at the ongoing fight, but to talk with one of the guys that seemed to be in charge of the fights. Hey, I want to fight, how can I do that? she just asked, as direct as ever. The one that she was talking to, dressed with a referee shirt looked at Ayna in disbelief, although noticing her physique he doubted if it was some kind of joke. They did have female fights, but they weren't commonplace and normally didn't consist of the first woman that just passed by. I have no time for you now he voiced, dismissing her. Ayna didn't think it twice, even if she should. In a swift move her t-shirt was off, showing the sport bra she was wearing underneath, even if the man's eyes went immediately to her arms and midriff. It was quite clear she was no joke, although Ayna wasn't minding his eyes, busy as she was removing her shoes before pulling her leggins down to show some competition briefs and worked legs. You weren't joking... he mumbled, taking one of his hands to an earpiece. We don't have any female fighters tonight he informed, seemingly with someone else calling the shots out of view. I don't care Ayna said, sure of herself, approaching closer to him. As long as they are on my weight class or around it, I'll fight them she just called, wanting to test herself. Whoever was in charge had to hear her, as he was communicating once more judging by the face of the referee. About super middleweight? he asked, receiving a nod. You got your fight, wait until we set up things and this one ends he said, running around to get things ready. Ayna stood ringside, not a care in the world about the crowd surrounding her, just the fight in her mind.