Brutality{Jazz}

Zara couldn't help herself. Sometimes, it seemed like there weren't enough common crooks for her to throttle. Even though she was technically a villain, she still had to pretend be an anti-hero. Which was MUCH more fun than being a regular hero.

Anyway, it had been a slow day in the city, which was why she was at the cage. She didn't want people to know she was supergirl-prime, so her top was without an emblem, and, she didn't want people to know she was Zara Luthor, which was why she was wearing a jacket with a hoodie, and, wasn't wearing glasses, this time around.

Anyway, her last match hadn't lasted too long. She managed to dodge most of the guy's punches, and, then, knock him out with a few herself. Hopefully, the next match would prove much more fun than the last.

JazzAnn wasn’t certain why she went into the garage-bawling Cage. She really wasn’t. She had stumbled across it looking for a payphone to call up her friend to tell her she needed to be picked up as soon as she could. The looks she was getting knew she wasn’t going to leave without payment of something. She managed to weave through the crowd of thick men and rather skinny women, all looking at her like the hero she is – not in the good way. Oh no, she was a Titan, a true Titan, not some honorary member crap. She was scared to be in here. Still, with the powers of her mom, she was certain she’d be able to keep herself alive for a while a least. She just wished Griffin or someone else was here, that way, she wouldn’t be that unevenly matched.

She grumbled, weaving between the smokers of the group. She coughed, gagging slightly at the smell of tobacco. “Whats’a matter, goody-goody? Scared of a little smokage?” One of the girls was obviously not a fan of the Titans.

Jazz only shook her head and continued on. She didn’t want to be in some brawl with crooks. Especially something like these. She sighed as she reached the north end of the building, reaching the telephones. She was nearing them, before one of the bouncer’s took hold of her arm. “Hey! For gambling only!” he was certainly not a fan either. She smiled sheepishly., wriggling her arms to break free.

He wouldn’t budge.

What a jerk!

She continued to wriggle, and he continued to hold on. He was smiling, enjoying her little struggle. Over the minuets, her rage built up, and what her mother hoped wouldn’t happen, she ended up throwing the guy across the floor and snorted. She kept her mouth shut. It felt good to throw someone again. And seeing someone in the rink, she felt a little confident.

Maybe too confident.

She stepped towards the rink, sliding herself in the velvet-roped square and stood there, unsure of what to do. Honestly, she never bothered to watch wrestling. Except once, when she was bored at the Titan Tower with a few of the others. No one cheered, they all just sat there like drunken sailors. She scratched her head, looking at the opponent.

“Uh...” She looked around. “Hi...?”

Well, well. It was a teen Titan. And, not just any titan. It was Lady Liberty. Which was a pretty dumb hero name, but, hey, the titan must have been insane, or had an insane parent. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Lady Liberty of the Titans." Chuckling darkly, Zara cracked her fists, and said, "This is going to be fun...That is, as long as you don't hold back."

JazzAnn stood there quite dumbly for a moment, her face crinkled and her lips parted. She sneezed soon after, wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve. “I’m sorry.” She said, sniffling. “Something in here is making me sneeze.” She wiped her nose again. Spreading her legs into a crab-like stance, her fingers splayed, she was crouched low. She wasn’t sure of how to fight – she honestly rarely fought, if not startled the villains with flying and threatening to drop them. She knew how to fight, but not in a cage. So maybe that entire statement of her not fighting was an understatement.

She wrestled, if nothing else.

Jazz kept herself close to the pole. She knew the rules – the ringer was shouting it out. If she managed to keep herself in the rink, if not able to fly back for a tackle, then it’d be good. Still, she didn’t come her to fight in the first place... All she wanted was to use a phone.

And that’s it.

As soon as the bell rung, which signalled the commencing of the fight, Zara flew right at Jazz, aiming an uppercut right at her head. In all honesty, she had no reason to hold back. The titan practically showed that she was super-family just by wearing that T-shirt with the 'S'. Of course, her top with the 'S' emblem was better, even though she wasn't wearing it. After all, Zara had the opinion that Black and red beats Blue, Red and yellow anyday.

Jazz stood ready.

Even as this girl flew at her, she didn’t bother to move away. She didn’t duck either. She kept herself positioned. Did she think she was a Super? Well, obviously – she threw a guy much bigger then she! Still, she kept staring at her shirt. What? Someone can’t enjoy the emblem of a ‘S’ anymore without being marked? What a stereotypical world anymore.

Like she should talk.

The girl was getting closer.

And that smirk on her face grew.

She took hold of the girl by the shoulders, keeping herself positioned as she slid. She was strong, yes, but so was she. She’d make the defensive – why bother be offensive? It works, yes, but she wasn’t like that. She’s a defender, even in the game of Titan football. That was how she was. She shifted her legs wider, holding her ground. Her feet planted firmly, she pushed.