The streets of New York City can truly be defined as the city that never sleeps. For here it was, three in the morning and the streets were still moving. Shows were blaring, night clubs were bouncing and bars were buzzing. The city was filled with excitement, adrenaline and intoxication. When intoxication comes into play, it tends to lead to more illegal actions. The city that never sleeps provides entertainment for any time of day, including but not limited to the shows one can pay to see in a theater and shows that can be paid to play out within the back alleys.
Some of the shows people enjoy watching involve a male and a female, some involve two males and other involve two females. This form of entertainment contains massive amounts of money, lots of shouting and echoes of cracking bones and screams of pain. Back alley brawls were common within the city limits but most of the good ones; the blood causing, bone breaking, bitch fights of the woman on woman battles happened around the docks of Manhattan’s bay.
“We have a new challenger! Who wants to place a bet on the young Asian girl?” The announcer shouted standing in the middle of the circle as he took the money and organized it. Not many people were betting on the five foot two Asian. Her long jet black hair was straight and tucked until a baseball cap, those deep brown eyes lined with black eyeliner as she stared down the brunette across the circle. Her small tan hands curled up into fists and her legs stretched apart to match her shoulders as she waited for the whistle. “We have only one bidder on the little Asian girl, interesting. Let’s see if this newcomer can put on a good show.”
‘Newcomer’ that was a new statement for her to hear. Growing up on the streets of New York City, she had been fighting all of her life in order to survive and buy herself meals to stay alive. Living out of random run down places she could find, the young girl at the age of twenty four had made a name for herself as a fighter within the city but out at the docks, it was a completely different ballgame. The rumbling of brawl and the roaring of the crowd lasted for two hours before the brunette fell to the ground, her throat compressed by the snickered shoe of the little Asian. “The…. The winner is… Holly Roberts…” The announcer said in disbelief as he handed the small girl an enormous amount of cash.
Holly Roberts wiped her face with the sleeve of her long black shirt, removing the blood from her face and staring down at the exhausted body beneath her foot. A smirk moved swiftly across her small face as she walked away from the group and left the docks walking along the beach as morning broken above the city. A long shake left Holly as she rubbed her hands together and attempted to hold herself up. It had been a long night and the brunette had fought hard but you can’t outfight someone who needs to win for the sake of her well-being.
The staggering walk took her to the shore line where she inhaled a large breathe, a wave of relaxation moved across her body as her deep brown eyes closed. For the first time in a long time, she had found some form of peace.