it's a battle cry /Mia

[judas ali sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; height:400px;] seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house, see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i'll be dead before the day is done~ The aftermath of a match was nearly always the same. His knuckles were inflamed from the punches he had delivered. Drying trails of blood made his face itch; his eyebrow, lip and cheek were all crying red from the hits he received. Judas tested his right shoulder as he rolled it back into place, a muted pop screamed through his muscles and he clenched his teeth to repress a hiss. The fights he got booked these days were getting more unfair by the set; not that he was going to complain to the manager, the man would probably just kick him out if he did. But, he got paid his due, that's all that mattered. The man had to make a living somehow, and with his knack for beating a guy bloody seemed to be a good start. Though he was in his sixth year of that career, and he hadn't ever gotten a raise. After sitting a moment in silence, he shifted his body and, through much protest from his muscles, stood up. He didn't plan on sticking around tonight to see what sorry amateur got pitted against the champ, if you could even call him that. That snake worked with the manger and only ever got the knock-out fights, one hit and done. And they call that man the champ, he had no real fight. Judas's teeth ground against each other as he tightened the grip of his bag in his hand, if the manager would just let him go one round with that guy... a cheer erupted from the crowd, he huffed out a forced breath, he swung his pack over his shoulder and started to amble his slow steady pace to the exit. Instead of another wave of cheers and hollers, several over drawn wolf whistles and cat calls reached the fighter's ears. An attempt at a knowing smirk twitch up the uninjured corner of his lips; there was only a few things that could warrant a reaction like that, either to girls were duking it out in the ring or one of the ring girls was making her rounds on stage. Those were the only things that could get everyone so excited and the guys so turned on. Sure, Judas wasn't much different, he just had much better control over himself in those situations. Closing his eyes and tilting his head up, he gave into his mild curiosity with an annoyed groan. He just wanted to see which one of his guesses it actually was, then he would just leave. It was as simple as that. Opening his blue eyes, he began to pivot his battered body back toward the arena where the fighting usually took place. Unfortunately, the crowd that circled the ring was much too large to see around, even with his tall height, Judas had trouble seeing exactly what was talking place. Sometimes, he really hated his need to know things, but as much as he willed himself to not walk over and look, he found his feet carrying him forward. Griping his hand tighter around the strap of his sorry excuse for a backpack, he shouldered his way through the hordes of men and women not bothering with words of apology or warning. Some cursed him for cutting in front and some just didn't care. He liked those ones the best; the ones that didn't bother to care if he existed or not, it was what he was use to after all. Foster homes had taught him a lot and prepared him for the worst of life, they also taught him how to take care of himself. Judas stepped across one last line of viewers and stopped, taking a moment to grit his teeth at his soreness and push his hair back before glancing up at the commotion in the ring. The thing that brought him over here in the first place, that made him abandon the idea of simply just leaving. tagged tree/mia note hope this works <3 coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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[mia adrienne rhodes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://www.downloadfreebackgrounds.net/backgrounds/solid-black-backgrounds.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Another shot. Another shrill squeal as the ring girl beside her take one as well. Under normal circumstances Ade probably would have rolled her eyes and muttered something crude, though with the liquid already coursing through her long before that last shot, her tolerance was a little more lenient. Upon hearing a cry in the crowd beyond, warmth spread throughout her body as she slide off the tall chair, the poison seeming to have a great effect now that she was standing. A subtle smirk pull at her lips as she stumble forward, catching herself by bumping into the person in front of her. She mumble an oops, though before she knew it, hands were pulling at her waist, fingertips digging into her slightly protruding hip bones. A scowl cover her features as she push away at the hands blindly, though the demon inside her had other plans, and she found herself leaning into the person, whoever it was, body curving to theirs. "You're on, kid" the familiar husky voice being that of the managers around the place as he lean down to talk in her ear. She held against gritting her teeth, instead settling for a wicked smile, tongue snaking at her bottom lip, "Let the real fun begin," she muse, wriggling her way free of the man's hold. Heels click against the floor, though the sound went unnoticed as the crowd hooped and hollered as some blonde made her way into the ring, the ring she was headed for, a brutal beating the most likely thing in her near future. Devilish smirk pull at her lips at the thought, and as a few people noticed her, they started clearing a path, cat calls sounding around the ring as she put on a show, the occasional 'Roadie' being hollered out as well. She drag a hand across a few guys chests as she pass by them, a wink being given there, a blow of a kiss here, just all part of the act as she approach the ring. A familiar face stand in "her" corner as he hold the cage door open for her come through. She hoist herself up, slightly fumbling a little, a sinister laugh escaping her lips, "Jesus, Roadie, you're loaded. Are you trying to get yourself killed?" he ask, general concern sounding in his voice. Ade just continue laughing, ignoring the guys words as snake through the opening, slowly of course, as she wriggle her hips a notch, more cat calls sounding around. Her opponent roll her eyes, clearly meaning strictly business. Ade ignore her as well, blowing her a quick kiss and a wink before she stand upright in the ring, flicking her heels off, not caring if her previous actions irritated the blonde or not. She undo her pants, peeling them off as she teasingly writhe her hips, her usual pair of spanx shorts underneath, though the boys still went wild for her actions. She catch sight of the manager, and he was shaking his head, arms crossed, though evidently enjoying the show as well, but Ade understood his underlying meaning. Hurry the hell up. Now free of her pants, she easily strip off her shirt, a toned, though almost too skinny stomach being shown, the black sports bra simply covering where it counted. Tossing it out of the ring as the blonde across from her bounced to stay warm, though Ade could also tell it was out of irritation as well. Her signature devil like smirk pull at the corner of her mouth. Perfect. Like the fool that she was, she hadn't bothered wrapping her hands prior, instead just pulling her mma style gloves over top her already bruised knuckles. She stretch them out quick, not bothering to put her hair up as she roll her shoulders, pulling each arm back as she swing them, stretching them out a tad. Not that she actually gave a shit. She barely acknowledged the ref as he asked if the two were ready. Ade blew another kiss to the blonde as the guy gave them the go ahead. The blonde danced around, her focus clearly where it should be as she took regular posture, fists hovering around her jawline for protection. They danced around one another for a moment, testing each other, and Ade couldn't help the laugh that escaped past her lips as she dance away from a near blow, dropping her hands, taunting the blonde, the liquid courage seeming to have a greater effect now that it had settled. Which is probably why she didn't see the right hook. Down she went as blood spatter from her mouth, brows furrowing for only a minute in pain before a wicked laugh erupt. The blonde hand't gone for grappling on the ground, the hard right hook seeming to be a warning shot, though it had to mean something else. She must prefer to just duke it out. Ade jump back to her feet, mimicking the blondes stance, feet constantly moving. The blonde go for another hit, and Ade's willowy frame duck it as she land two to the girls core before wrapping her arms around her, head tucking close to her side as she take her to the caged siding before releasing her, a fury of punches being thrown out, switching from the blondes core to her head. In a blind fury, the moment Ade slowed a tad, another blow was taken to her unprotected head, though the opening to the girls arm was something she could work with as she grab it, her usual fighting dirty style throwing most other girls off. Ade drag her down with her, the girls hand in her two as he nimble little frame wrap around it, an arm bar being executed, though before she could further it, Ade simply let go, rolling away, that same sinful smile spreading across her lips as she lay on the ground, arms stretched out in front as his hips snake up, sweat already having her long brunette hair cling to her face. Beauty. notes; psh. it's lovely. sorry i rambled a lot in this. asdjahskh! i'm just so excited for these two!

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[judas ali sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; height:400px;] seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house, see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i'll be dead before the day is done~ Ah, yes. The rambunctious little Roadie. Judas gave a harrumph as a chuckle; he should have guessed that she could excite the crowd so much. He'd seen her fight once before, he had seen everyone fight that was associated with the ring, he made a point of knowing how someone fought before meeting them in the ring; but Roadie was a different story. She really didn't have a strategy, and she was too interested in making for a good show then a good fight. The other guys loved it, the fact that he was almost going deaf from the cat calls proved it. The fighter was the only quiet man in the crowd, but like everyone else, he watched her slip into the cage in a way that reminded him of a cat, played a kiss to her opponent and then nearly dance her way slowly out of her pants. Judas's eyes were caught by the move more then he would like to admit and he arched in eyebrow before switching his focus on the blonde on the other side. He'd seen her once before as well, however that was when she was the ring girl for one of his matches, not really a chance to see her form then. Now that he knew what was going on, he debated leaving. It wouldn't be hard all he had to do was turn, shoulder his way through the crowd again and then walk right out the door. The smack of padded fist to hard bone, decided for him. Judas was game to watch, even at his terrible bruised state; instead of taking care of himself, he'd indulge in a little entertainment first. Crossing his arms over his chest he turned a judging eye on the two girls. If he was going to stay, he was going to study and find faults in the blonde and brunette's clashing forms. So far, Roadie had the fast striking blonde down on the floor. In his opinion, the girl had skill but she was rough around the edges and took cheap shots when ever there was an opening. As for the blonde, she fought hard, more calculating them most but anger played too much apart of her hits. Get someone pissed enough and they start striking out of fury not with their head. Around the ring, there were a few audible sad jabs when the brunette just tumbled away with a smile. That was a damn good arm bar; she had no reason to just stop. He wasn’t as vocal as the crowd about his disappointment but he let a heavy frown pull at the corners of his mouth. Judas eyed her cautiously, trying to think what she might be doing but all that he could come up with to describe what she was doing as she looked like she started stretching was that she looked like a cat. With the break in the fight, Judas flicked his blue gaze over both girls, judging for any damage. Bruises would form later and all the hits in the head and open stomach, there were bound to be a few. As for cuts, the right hook had caused a little crimson spray from Roadie, but all in all, the girls still looked in good shape. It wasn't bad, though Judas wished he had a chair to sit down in, the fight he had been in minutes ago still ached all over his body. His cuts had hardened with dry blood and his shoulder still threatened to pop back out of it’s socket at any sudden move. But he could manage, he always did; nothing a good hot shower couldn’t fix. Blue eyes dulled and turned slowly back to the contents of the cage, watching the two girls get back to their fun. Well, fun for Roadie maybe since the petite brunette was grinning like crazy; the blonde only looked interested in revenge. tagged tree/mia <3 note i was iffy on this post :/ coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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[mia adrienne rhodes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://www.downloadfreebackgrounds.net/backgrounds/solid-black-backgrounds.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] She take a moment, her feline like position earning a few more whistles and hollers from around the ring, just as she knew it would. There were very few who didn't come to watch the infamous Roadie fight, after all, who could put on a show as good as she could? The blonde across from her clearly didn't appreciate it as she effortlessly jumped back up and lunged for Ade. The brunette snaked up, though stumbled back in her buzzed haze, and hit the cage, grasping at it for support. No later the blonde had closed the ground between them and a fist came flying to her face. Ade caught it enough to tuck her chin, though her hands didn't quite reach up for protection in time, another right hook landing in the spot it had before. Ade tumbled to the ground, spitting out blood as she do so, another sinister laugh seething through her teeth. She wipe at her mouth with the back of her gloved hand, though there was probably no use to it as she felt it just smear. She crawl on her hands and knees for maybe a second before her opponent was on top of her, arm wrapping around her neck, the other locking behind her head as she choked her out. She chortle a laugh, blood still remaining in her mouth as she spit it out, pushing back against the blonde as she bring an elbow hard to her stomach. She flinch, and that was enough incentive as Ade delivered another before she covered up. The grip around her neck loosened and Ade wrenched free, spinning blindly with that same elbow, going for her face. Sure enough it landed along the blondes cheek bone, and Ade bounced back, dancing on her toes. She lick the tip of her middle finger before that devilish grin pull at her lips, wiggling it at the blonde. Poke the bear Ade, poke the bear. They advance on one another, the brunettes abdominal muscles contracting with each breath, controlling her breathing as best she could, though her head wasn't truly in it. Was it ever? She once again drop her hands, head lolling as if bored, and it was enough to get a rise from the blonde. She strike, and Ade's hands come up to cover her face, tucking her elbows in towards her abdominal, crunching together as the blonde delivered blow after blow, alternating between her head and sides. All the while Ade kept her guard up and her footing in place, just taking the blondes punches, not bothering to retreat or try anything of her own. As a hit landed on her ribcage, Ade winced, feeling the rib crack. She falter a step backwards this time, and the blonde took advantage, though her punches were getting slower as she tired herself out. Finally, getting sick of taking, Ade delivered her own jabs here and there, just a few, enough to make the blonde realize she was fighting back again, and as predicted, the blonde stepped back to avoid a punch, and Ade pounced, arms going around the girls middle, her typical dirty fighting once again showing it's face as she use her body and wing the blonde around, forcing her down to the ground yet again. Ade straddle the blonde, furious little fists going to town on the blondes head, her weak attempts to cover only getting her a chortle of a laugh from Ade. She pause, a confused expression covering the blondes face as she stare up at her, and to just add gasoline to the fire, Ade spit down on her, blood spattering across her opponents face. Another sinister laugh break the brunettes silence, disregarding the blonde beneath her as her gaze found the crowd, still hollering and whistling here and there, though one face stuck out in the crowd. Not that he was ungodly good looking, but simply because he seemed to be the only one looking as if he wasn't enjoying himself. Ade caught his gaze, devilish bloody smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth but the blonde quickly interrupted, a harsh uppercut from below being delivered. More blood pool in her mouth as she crumple off to the side. Gaining advantage of Ade's side, the blonde deliver a crushing elbow to her ribcage. This time Ade heard the sound, felt it wreak havoc on her entire body as she let a gasp of air, more blood spilling from her mouth as he body start to shake. The crowd momentarily hushed as Ade stay crumpled, her body shaking, though it didn't take long for them to figure out why. A laugh erupt from the girl, and the boys around the ring started their cheering once again. The blonde advanced, though before anything were to happen, the ref intervened. 'bout fucking time. Not that these matches truly mattered, after all, it was just the ring girls. It was a miracle Ade hadn't got disqualified already. She was lacking in the dirty fighting today. She mentally reminded herself to amp it up a notch. The ref wiped away at her hair from her face, inspecting the damage with a shake of his head, "God damn, kid. Get cleaned up." She roll her eyes, torquing her head away from the mans hold as she head to where that familiar face was, the guy who had opened the cage door for her. What was his name again? Jamie? Jeremy? J-something. She stumbled before coming to a halt, leaning against the cage as J-whats-his-pickle wiped her face off. As she winced, a string of curse words followed before she snatched the rag and bottle away from the guy. "Fuck off," she blatantly hiss. Squeezing water into her mouth before onto the towel, Ade wipe away where she could feel the blood dripping mixed in with sweat. The guy still stand near her, holding a clean towel as he take the bloodied one away, rinsing her mouth guard off before handing it back to Ade. She hold it in her gloved hand, a drunken stir coming over her as she toss it out of the ring. Thing just caused more blood is all. Or so told her the buzzed conscious. notes; Pffff. Your posts are lovely. Wonderful. Marvellous compared to mine. I'm not even sure where this one went....or was headed...or is going...xD

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[judas ali sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; height:400px;] seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house, see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i'll be dead before the day is done~ It wasn’t long before things really started to heat up between the two girls in the ring. The small pause that formed when Roadie moved away ended in a flash of blonde fury. The blonde ring girl nearly bolted back to her feet and gave little time for her opponent to counter. Some of the crowd hissed in pretend pain as if they were the ones that received the hits the blonde was dishing out. This, this was the kind of fighting that Judas liked to see, the real down and dirty; rough and tough, leaving it all on the field fighting. And if a little blood was spilled over the matter, who really gave a shit. However, the boxer’s face remained impassive, still set to just simply watch and analyze what was happening. Some people might have thought he was a little too into the sport. But to the parent-less man, it wasn’t just a sport, it was a lifestyle that he ever day had to not just live but he had to survive it. Then again that was what he had been doing his whole life; surviving. He had been the only one left alive in a flipped over car that his parents had been driving to take him to get his favorite new toy replaced because his five year old mind couldn’t wait another day; he survived the growing alcoholic problems of his grandfather who yelled at him so much that he made even Judas believe that it was because of him that his parents died, and he also survived getting left at the side of the road in downtown Miami by the man that was suppose to look after him by the age of ten. That doesn’t even count how many times he had to get swapped and switched around because no foster family could deal with how many fights he started with the other kids or the parents themselves. So, no. It wasn’t just a sport; it was his aggression outlet. The girls were back down on the mat, the brunette beating a steady rhythm into the blonde’s head before slowing and completely stopping. Roadie was all for a good taunting, an audience member would know that, so it wasn’t any surprise that she had stopped her onslaught to spatter a mouthful of blood on the other girl’s face with a more then devilish smile, the red staining her own teeth. Judas just sighed as the men and women around him hollered in encouragement, taunting at this stage of a fight wasn’t necessary, it was a sure sign she was just doing it to be a bitch. It was then that for a seeming lingering moment, when the brunette had lifted her head, her eyes meet his darkened blue ones. True to his nature, Judas didn’t give her a reaction, just stayed as unresponsive as he ever way; he just pointedly furrowed his eyebrows, pulling them down in something that could be related to a scowl. Didn't last long, the blonde was actually smart for once and use the distraction to her full advantage. It was a hell of a hit, for those standing close to the fence of the cage the muffled yet still strikingly audible crack could be heard. But the brunette had brought it on herself; she had left a pretty big opening when she had looked up to address the crowd. Judas wasn’t sure if he was thankful the ref had stopped the match or if he was disappoint that the brawl wouldn’t keep going. Then again, there was also the part of him that just blatantly didn’t care. Shifting to stand firmer on his feet, and to lessen the pressure on his worse leg at the moment, Judas took the time to awaken sleeping and locked up muscles. It was a sign that meant that his limps would be stiff tomorrow morning. His hollow eyes flicked back to each girl. The blonde smearing the blood off her face in a way that just ended up making the red strain worst. And Roadie was dealing with Joseph, the guy who usually over saw who was let into the ring, but none of his attempts to help seemed to fall on the brunette. He had never really stuck around for ring girl fights too much, but he wasn’t quite sure they had as many rounds as the real fights did though. His grip on the strap of his backpack tightened and he pulled at it some, again debating just turning and leaving. Though, that was about the time when something plastic plinked into his chest and fell to the hard cement floor next to his boot. A sparring glance later, and he learned it was a molded mouth guard; shooting his eyes in the direction it had come, the trail lead right to the brunette. Rolling his eyes as he strained his back to pick it up, Judas clenched it in between his fingers. Sure he was going to give it back, most likely once she actually got out of the ring, but he wasn’t doing it out of real concern. He just knew from experience that a fighter without a mouth guard could loose a few teeth. Not that that’s what happened to him, he was the one that ended up knocking out a good whole in some dude’s jaw. And no fighter wants a mouth full of, well, nothing. tagged tree/mia <3 note oh i really liked this one :3 coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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[mia adrienne rhodes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://www.downloadfreebackgrounds.net/backgrounds/solid-black-backgrounds.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] She kink her neck to one side before switching to the other, that sinful sneer pulling at her lips as she keep her chocolate pools locked on the blondes baby blues, offering her another wink. Taunt taunt. Mia knew the beating that was coming for her, and just the thought of it had Mia laughing like a psycho person all over again. The ref once again question whether to two girls were ready again, and as he looked at Mia, he subtly shook his head, fully aware that she had spat out her mouth guard. She puckered her lips at him, blowing him a kiss. Ignorant against her charm, he signal for them to once again start up. They met in the middle, Mia jabbing towards her, testing her reflexes once again. At her slow jab, the blonde grabbed her arm and flipped her over on her back, the wind escaping Mia's lunges in a flash. As the blonde positioned herself to execute an arm bar, Mia brought her knee towards the blondes head as she foolishly tried to grab her arm. Dazed slightly, the blonde stagger back, and Mia rolled onto her stomach, that wicked smile plastering her lips as an almost moan escape past her lips, more for the show, though also to cover up the groan that wanted to come out as the pain in her ribcage ripped throughout her body. She snaked her way up, her focus never leaving the blonde, and the moment she regained her surroundings and started towards Mia again was when Mia pounced. hands went to the back of the girls necks, buckling them beneath her as she drop her to her back. The blondes arms immediately tucked to her face as Mia started delivering blow after blow, pent up aggression seeming to come forth, and with each blow she felt a memory surface and fuel her next hit. Whether it be the snaking hand of her father as it run along her upper thigh, or the clenched fists of his crashing against her temple. Just the thought of them had her pouring every ounce of energy into each blow, an outburst of rage coursing through her as she let a scream, her vision blurring as tears welled in them. In the flip of a switch though, she stood up from the blonde, that signature sinister laugh cackling out as she once again look to the crowd for approval, arms spreading out right as she release another howl of a scream. A seething laugh was soon followed, but was interrupted as she was tackled to the ground by her opponent. Came to no surprise really seeing as she had her back turned to her. Let the real fun begin. The blonde delivered a blow to Mia's head, and immediately she covered up, laughter still spewing past her lips, and finally the blonde turned her attention to Mia's core, and sides, pounding into her. Mia tried to buck underneath her, though to no avail, instead settling for another hiss of a laugh. She bucked again, this time hitching the blondes movement, and as she teetered sideways, Mia rolled with it, catching her arm and her side, bringing a knee into her stomach as she brought her down. With too much momentum behind her take down, the blonde once again had the advantage as she continued to roll, pinning Mia once again. The crowd errupted as it looked to be the end of the fight, each blow from the blonde to Mia's ribcage sending a blackout haze to her head. The sound of shuffling feet and the dull murmur of the crowd had Mia awaken with a start, though really she barely moved, a groan emitting past her lips, the sting of cut threatening to put back into blackout mode. She lay in the ring, the J-whatever his name was crouching by her side as she tentatively touched here and there, though to Mia it was poking and prodding. "Fuck. Off! You're fucking useless" she once again hissed, and instantly he backed off, rolling his eyes as she toss a towel beside her. Mia couldn't help the sadistic laugh that erupted from her as he left and muttered a string of curse words. Her laugh was quickly replaced with a coughing fit, blood spattering out her mouth. The manager walked by the cage, "You alright, kid?" he asked. She flipped him the bird, and he shook his head, going for his phone. "Don't! I'm fucking fine...j-just give me a sec." she protested, wincing at the pain in her sides, she knew he was going to call an ambulance. How long had she been out for? She hadn't bothered to really move anything as she still lay halfway on her side, her chest on the ground and her head turned sideways. Fuck. This was going to hurt in the morning. Thank god for make-up and poorly lit stages at the clubs, or else there was no way she'd be performing tomorrow night. Pop a couple pain killers and call 'er a night. Oh god. Maybe he'd just let her sleep right here. notes; -jumps around- fuck she's a mess. sorry for the wait!

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[judas ali sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; height:400px;] seven devils all around you, seven devils in your house, see i was dead when i woke up this morning and i'll be dead before the day is done~ A hollow chirp of a whistle cut the screams and cheers in the crowd. Judas winced at the hard sound, he might have taken a few more hits to the head then he had realized. The girls started at it again, merciless as ever. The fight slipped the mouth guard that had landed near him into his pocket of his slick black boxing shorts so h didn’t have to bother having his finger’s curled around it forever. Lifting his now free hand, the man ran it through his hair, roughing up the back of his head and then wiping rubbing it straight down his face with a small groan. He was getting much more tired then he realized too. Standing in one place for too long, using what was left of his banged up head to focus on the ring girls’ fight. However, it was still something he was going to bother to stand through, besides the brunette was stupid enough to toss away her mouth guard, might as well see her regret that decision after the blonde bashed her in the mouth a few times. Not only were punches being thrown now, but knees and elbows. Judas looked between the two girls when they split again, the brunette back on the ground. It was more of a spiteful brawl now, not a controlled and regulated match. The two girls clashed again and Judas cut his gaze over to the manager, he wasn’t doing anything to stop it, the man just worriedly looked on at the girls finally getting concerned now instead of earlier when he should have been worried. Next person he looked at was the referee. He looked the same, even though he had more of a power to do something about it he didn’t. Huffing and rolling his eyes, Judas crossed his arms over his chest, holding the muscles tensed and bunched. One more display of crushing punches from both girls and then the real end came. A tumble on the floor over rolled and he watched as the blonde delivered hit after hit, fist after fist, to the vital core of her opponent. And after that there just wasn’t any movement from the girl with her back flat to the ground. Things after that happened fast. Judas pushed off a few of the people around him and moved swiftly towards the door of the cage, while the whistle blew and the blonde rolled off and raised her arms in the air. There were a few cheers but everyone attention seemed to be on Roadie. By the time he reached the gate, the brunette was wake and spitting again. This time the fighter heard her usher away Joseph and the manger with less then kind words. Judas had caught the referee’s eye when he had started to unlock the gate and he tried to stop him, a bad move in the fighter’s opinion. Glaring at the smaller man, he narrowed his blue eyes slightly. This man had seen Judas fight; he should have backed down when he could. “Hey, buddy; you can't be in here right now. Back away.” Judas swung the fence open and rolled his shoulders, ignoring the twinge of nerve pain that shot through him, then he stood in front of the other man, standing at his full 6 foot 5 height, "No shit, Sherlock." It gruffly dripped like venom off his lips; it was hard to intimidate people that dealt with fighters for a living, but it was always fun. the brunette was still on the ground and everyone else was either just watching or didn't give a crap. The only reason the fighter was bothering with this whole thing was because everyone else seemed to think that beating someone to a bloody pulp was normal. Ambulance be damned. Besides they would only ask questions and half of what the manager did wasn't legal anyways. Seeing the man on the phone, Judas forgot about the referee and side stepped him as he pointed at the man on the phone to single him out. "Drop it," the command in his vice was by no means hidden and it was more barked out then spoken. Stopping next to the brunette as she still laid out, still staring down the manager with dull blue eyes. Judas rarely talked and when he did he usually wasn't happy about it, and people that knew him would know that. Kneeling next to Mia, the man grimaced but otherwise didn't say anything. Not really trying to be gently, since she was experiencing solid pain already, he slipped one hand under her legs and the other behind her back. "Whoa, wait! What are you doin'?" Pushing himself back to his feet with a hefty grunt from having to lift the girl, he didn't even turn his head to look at the man who spoke up, "I'm cleaning your mess up." Pivoting on his heels, Judas finally was able to make his bee-line for the exit that he wanted to begin with. He wasn't worried the woman in his arms would fight him, part of him thought that she was still probably too out of it to hit him. Words, he could deal with as he trudged back to his apartment. tagged tree/mia <3 note i hope that works... coded by becky! of caution 2.0

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