I stepped into the arena, the air thick with the roar of the crowd and the smell of sweat and dust. My eyes immediately found the ring, where a fierce brawl was already in full swing between two of the busty girls. I watched them for a moment, my own blood beginning to hum with anticipation as I sized up their raw aggression.
My lips curled into a cold smirk as I saw the blonde one struggling. She was all brute force and no technique. My gaze found her opponent, Emma, and a sudden surge of support tore from my throat.
"Take that blonde bitch down!" I roared, my voice cutting through the noise. "Finish her! You have my support!"
I wasn't just cheering. I was demanding. I was enjoying the violent spectacle, and I wanted to see Emma assert her dominance. I wanted to see that blonde girl's confidence broken, just as mine had been. It was more than a fight; it was a lesson, and I was fully invested in seeing it end with a brutal, satisfying finish.