beat down. [open]

Noise.

That’s all there truly was in this tiny garage. Sounds bounced off one another, creating a blast of bellows and yells. It wasn't all simply cheering or screaming. There was that ringing bell, dinging through the screams of those rebellious adults and teenagers, those drunkards who entered to fight. And, of course, the roars of angry men; grunts from people being shoved; cracks of injuries. There may have even been a gunshot or two from a drunken figure firing off in celebration. It was this noise that contrasted with most of her persona, but the strange woman still remained, slightly disconnected from the hyped crowd. An off-white tank top clung to her muscled torso, slightly damaged dark jeans upon her legs. A cigarette dangled from her lips as she surveyed the people silently, debating on joining this rabble-roused fight.

It was an odd pace for a cyborg, much less a Super – that much was obvious. In a way, however, it reminded her of old-fashioned stereotypical bars – brawls and booze. Still, as much as this was slightly more organized, there was still a large variety of drama and gamble. There wasn't quite as much dancing or anything like the bar nearby, but the alcohol had still made its rounds through the people who obviously wouldn't be fighting.

And some who would.

Her narrowed, chestnut eyes continued to search the crowd as she took a drag on her cigarette. She knew that most of the people in the crowds disapproved, as some preferred the smell of beer over tobacco, she could care less. Besides, she had a feeling they are already out of their comfort zone. She moved out of the way of a rather burly man who could barely keep his balance, let alone without making the others nearly keel-over with his horrible breath.

"Outta my way, pipsqueak..." The man grunted, and Domino's eyes flashed beneath her glasses. The burly man had pushed his way past her, forcing her to drop her cigarette on the dirty, grime infested floor. It was only when Domino had pushed way her way through the rowdy crowd after the fat, burly man in khaki shorts, quite forcefully, that she stood upon the chair, allowing those who dared to fight enter the ring. Most of the crowd fell silent, and as she slid herself underneath the red velvet roping and towards the corner of the ring, the ringer spoke up. "Looks like we got ourselves a new competitor. What's your name, dollface?"

That was the way it started.

It was only seconds after her introductionwhen Domino had been began to move from her corner. Slowly, at first, her fists now at level with her face. She felt rather excited, if nothing else, yet unsure what the outcome would be. Yet, it began to sink in that she may just have her advantage, depending on his fighting abilities. She was a tiny girl, thin, agile, and rather quick on her feet. After all, she could pack a punch and easily dodge out of moves. Unless this huge man had backup. Yet, there didn't seem to be any cheering for the burly man. She had heard her name being shouted in a chorus of rough throats.

"Domino! Domino!"

She pushed the hair from her face, her eyes on the burly man once more.

And then, she let her fists fly.

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Vivian had come to this place by accident, but it seemed like a good place to get some action when ever she wanted. She had watched most of the fights in silence, but became more interested when some girl got into the ring. She watched the girl they called Domino with amusement as she fought. She slowly got up and got closer to the ring with excitement.

She wondered how long the girl would stand against her. She got as close to the ring as she could and stared at the chair, trying to decide whether she should fight or not. Finally, she climbed up into the ring and stood in her corner. A smile had crept onto her face and she was becoming excited about this fight by the minute.

(If this seems dumb then sorry)

With each step and uppercut she dealt upon the burly man, he grew more and more angered. He was furious, at this point, already having lost three teeth and a black eye. Sure, the girl seemed oh-so delicate and punctual, he had never expected her to be so rough. The way she moved, the way she stood, was like a true fighter. This was simply not him. He was a different fighter, a street fighter, if nothing more. He had believed he was better, much better, then anyone in here.

He, of course, was horribly, terribly wrong.

The cheers for this Domino girl were still going, increasing in pitch, rhythm. He couldn't allow this! He took a step back, fists at eye level, before taking a swing. His arms had dealt near brute force upon the corner pole as the robotic female ducked, swinging herself upon the velvet roping before landing upon his back, taking hold of both his chin and ears, her lips curled into a snarl. He was screaming at this point, his hands flailing around as he tried to remove this female from his person.

"That's what you get for making me drop my cigarette you asshole!" She growled, her fingers gripping tighter and tighter. She hadn't realized the other girl in the ring, or she would never had made the man tip over. With a powerful thud, and the slight tremble, the man was down. She knelt, she knee upon he ring's mat as she looked at his face. It was squished by her palm as she pushed down on him, careful not to kill him. She examined him more, her eyes flashing slightly.

"The winner is Domino Love! Congratulations, girl."

"It wasn't worth my time." She retorted calmly, walking past the girl. As she inched beneath the roping, she looked at the other girl and blinked. "What, you wanna fight me too? Maybe when I get my breath, m'kay?" With a smile, she ducked below the roping, hands gripping tightly before letting go, allowing herself to fall upon solid ground and moving towards her jacket.

Ringo had managed to keep her sunglasses safe, pushing them towards her before inching his way back into the deep pocket. Sliding her arms inside the jacket, she took a seat with a cigarette to her lips.

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Vivian glared at the girl, but she slowly smirked at her and said "Is that all you've got? One fight and you're already tired," she chuckled and shook her head. "You humans are all the same, too weak to take on a challenge." She paused for a minute, leaning against the ring's ropes and continued "Well if you tire out that easily then beating you will be a breeze." Vivian looked back at Domino with a taunting smile and, with her vampire speed, she appeared right in front of Domino and quickly snatched the cigarette out of Domino's mouth. She flicked it into the crowd and then reappeared back in the ring, ready for Domino to strike out at her. Vivian didn't care if this would piss Domino off, she just wanted a fight worth fighting for.

Honestly, Domino wasn't expecting anyone to do that to her.

Once was fine. Twice? No. She was angry, yes (cigarettes cost money!), yet why should she waste her time fighting some chick in a cloak? That girl looked like she had taken to much ecstasy in Domino's mind. She growled lightly, tapping her fingers against the table before turning to her ferret. He, too, returned the look and chirped lightly. "Fine, that girl wants to fight, then let's do this."

She weaved her way towards the freak in the ring, her eyes studying her carefully. They flashed, the camera clicking silently in her head as she slid herself beneath the velvet ropes. A vampire and a werewolf? Wow. She rolled her eyes and turned away from the girl and stretched. She wasn't in the mood to fight.

Not right now.

She only wanted a smoke. That was all. Yet this broad was being a pain in her ass. She didn't like that one bit. Not at all. Not at all. She crouched, ready to fight her fingers lay splayed as she faced the girl with palms up. Her legs were almost crab-like, and her back lay arched slightly.

This vamp was going to have a thrill.

Domino would get quite a kick, no doubt about that.