FantasiesEscape

oooooooooooooohhhhhh Yay!“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” ———————————————————-The large man put his hands on his hips and scoffed angrily as he stared Saya down. She was considerably shorter than him, and half his muscle, regardless of this fact she didn’t appear to feel any fear. She pulled on her leather gloves slowly, the roar of the crowd dying down to murmurs as the man boomed with a thunderous voice. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?” He asked the crowd, turning his back on Saya. The crowd gave a mixture of boo’s, laughs and shouts as the man shook his dark head. “This is pathetic.” “You shouldn’t fear me for the simple fact I am a woman,”Saya answered flatly, the man turned back and cocked a dark brow as she started to pull her long obsidian hair into a high ponytail, pulling the hair tie from her left wrist with her teeth before securing her hair with it. “The fact I am a woman has little to do with what makes me scary.” She stretched her long arms out in front of her and cracked her fingers before stretching over her head and then side to side. “You should fear me for the life I have lived, and the things I’ve done.” “Like what?” The man chuckled, reaching up above his head and jumping, grabbing hold of bars and pulling himself up and down repeatedly. Saya was squatting now to stretch her short legs, pulling on her bare feet to push herself in flexibility. 

“The fact that there is a reason I don’t fight in every night fights. The fact that I’m the one with a seat above the cage and not one of the men in my employment.” She stood and swapped legs, not looking at the man dropped with a thud and clapped his hands together. “So you have money,” The man started to speak but Saya stood and popped her back as she spoke, interrupting him. “I don’t actually, I mean…I was born into money sure…but I got abandoned pretty early in my life.” She clenched her hands, the leather gloves settling on her hands as she adjusted the straps. “I’ve been raised by a drunk who runs the bar above the arena. Wanna know how he decided to keep me?”“I’m here to fight, not talk!” The man took a running start for Saya, who sidestepped easily, the man using his hands to stop him from faceplanting into the iron bars. “Stand still!”“Don’t be rude,” Saya snapped angrily, her voice much louder and threatening for her stature and size. She put her hands up to her face in a defensive stance. “You asked if I thought you were scared of a woman and I’m not done answering.” “Out with it then! What makes you so ‘dangerous’ dollface!” The man smirked and mimicked her hands, holding them up by his face as he sidestepped around her. She watched him warily, turning slightly to keep him to the side of her. “I was thrown to the tiger and walked out with a pet.” Saya’s voice was low, dark and harsh like a roll of thunder. “Hypotheticals don’t make you strong!” Her opponent barked, throwing a quick jab that she deflected her left fist, quickly bringing her guard back up. “You assume I don’t mean literally,” She sidestepped as he grabbed for her and a kick to his back sent him stumbling into the cage. As he grabbed the bars to right himself, Saya wrapped an arm around his throat and directed his head to a dark corner of the room. To the right of the stands, beside the large man who normally guarded the bar above, was a large tiger. The dim lights above the arena made its eyes reflect like deadly orbs that the man recognized, they reminded him of Saya’s. There was no collar, no way to restrain the large cat, yet it sat there idly--like a housecat watching it’s owner. “And that’s why you should be scared.”