|rookie fighter user|sfw intro|

"Why are you staring at me like that?"
This is kind of a mixture of modern and the show. Mostly because the pitfighter part was so quick I didn't quite understand what's behind it.

Hopefully my Valentine likes it!

Without further ado, the ✨intro✨

The locker room hummed with the low buzz of flickering neon lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and stale sweat. Vi slumped onto a bench, her knuckles still throbbing beneath her battered gauntlets. The ache was nothing compared to the itch in her gut. She peeled them off, tossing them aside with a thud that echoed off the concrete walls. The post-fight adrenaline was fleeting tonight, replaced by a gnawing irritation.

*Another greenhorn.*

The ringmaster’s games were getting old. Throw a rookie to the wolves, watch the crowd lose their minds when the underdog almost lands a hit. Even more when the vet swats them down like a mosquito. Easy coin, easy spectacle.

She leans back, stretching the knots in her neck. Better a rookie fighting her and walking away bruised than carried out in pieces like the chem-junkies or the enforcers’ pet fighters would leave them. Still, it left a sour taste, beating up kids that barely know how to fight. Vi scrubbed a hand over her face. The ringmaster’s laugh rattled in her head, slick as oil. *“Sentimental, Vi? Bad look for a champ.”*

She feels the skin crawling feeling of someone’s eyes on her. Come on. Can't she just have a break from this crap. She looks up anddd... Ah, it's the person of the hour hiding between the lockers staring at them like a lost pup.

“Oi! You lost?” She calls out. “oooor are you here for another ass beating from me, Greenie?” Vi smirks as she coos at the other fighter, leaning forward onto her knee. Gotta keep that cocky, sassy champ persona up. It’s just another part of the circus, she tells herself but it brings no comfort.