Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 163

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Angelina’s POV

“Can we at least watch fights there?” someone asked.

Felix hesitated. “Technically, yes. The viewing area is public. But I strongly advise against it.”

“Why?”

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“Because what you’ll see there will mess with your head. These aren’t training exercises. These aren’t regulated bouts. These are life-or-death

struggles between people who have nothing left to lose.”

The silence stretched out.

Then Felix’s expression softened slightly. “Look, I know some of you are curious. That’s natural. But trust me on this. Stay away. Focus on your

own preparation. You’ll need it.”

He checked his watch. “You now have fifty-five minutes. Dismissed.*

The group dispersed. Some people headed toward the main viewing area. Others went to explore the medical station.

I stood there for a moment. Thinking.

Maya and Jen were still next to me. Both looked shaken.

“That was intense,” Jen said quietly.

Maya nodded. “Death matches. Jesus. Who does that?”

I started walking. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” Jen asked.

“Cage 13.”

Both of them froze.

“What?” Maya said. “Did you not hear what Felix just said?”

“I heard him.”

“Then why would we go there?”

I looked at her. “To watch. He said watching was allowed.”

Jen shook her head quickly. “No way. Felix said it would mess with our heads.”

“Then don’t come. I’m going anyway,”

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I started walking. Didn’t wait for them.

Behind me, I heard them whispering to each other. Fast. Urgent.

Then footsteps. Catching up.

“Just to watch from a distance, right?” Jen said. “We’re not getting close.”

“Yeah, Maya added. “We’re just observing. From far away. Very far away.”

I didn’t answer. Just kept walking.

The Pit during the day was equally chaotic as at night. Maybe more so.

Crowds of people everywhere. Betting. Drinking. Shouting.

Fighters warming up in side rooms. Some shadowboxing. Others stretching A few just sitting quietly. Eyes closed. Meditating.

The concrete corridors were maze-like. Narrow passages. Sudden turns. Multiple levels connected by metal staircases.

I navigated through it all easily. Turned left here. Right there. Down a staircase.

Maya spoke up behind me. “How do you know where you’re going? Have you been here before?”

“Just following the noise,” I said.

That was a lie. I knew exactly where I was going. Every turn. Every corridor. We bypassed the main viewing areas. Those were for the regular cages. Cage 1 through 12.

Cage 13 was separate. Restricted section. Fewer people. More serious atmosphere.

I turned down a corridor marked “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.”

“Uh, Aria?” Jen said nervously. “That sign says authorized personnel.”

“It’s fine.”

“How is it fine?”

I ignored her. Kept walking.

The corridor opened into a wider space. Dim lighting. Fewer fluorescent lights. More atmospheric.

And there it was. At the end of the corridor.

Cage 13.

The cage itself was larger than the others. Twenty feet by twenty feet. Chan-link fence on all sides. Ten feet tall.

The floor was covered in sand. Dark sand. Not the light color of beach sand. Dark. Stained.

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Stained with blood from countless fights.

The viewing area around Cage 13 was packed. Maybe forty people crammed onto metal bleachers. All eyes fixed on the cage.

I stood at the back. Maya and Jen pressed close on either side of me.

Inside the cage, two fighters circled each other. Both were big. Professional. The kind of fighters who’d been doing this for years.

Then I saw him.

The bigger fighter. Six-foot-eight. Black. Built like a tank. Muscles on musles.

Marquis.

He looked exactly the same. Maybe a few more scars on his arms. But the ame aggressive stance. The same predatory movement.

His opponent was smaller. Maybe six-two. White guy. Lean but muscular. Covered in tattoos.

The tattooed guy threw a combination. Fast. Sharp. Jab-cross-hook.

Marquis slipped the jab. Blocked the cross. Ate the hook like it was nothing.

Then he countered. A brutal body shot that I heard from twenty feet away

The tattooed guy doubled over. Gasping.

Marquis grabbed him. Spun him around. Got behind him.

“Oh god,” Jen whispered next to me. “This is bad. This is really bad.”

Marquis locked in a rear naked choke. His massive arm wrapped around the guy’s throat.

The tattooed fighter struggled. Tried to peel Marquis’s arm away. His face was turning red. Then purple.

“He’s choking him out, Maya said. Her voice was shaking. “Someone need to stop this.”

But nobody moved. The referee just stood there. Watching.

The tattooed guy’s struggles got weaker. His hands dropped. His legs gave but.

Marquis held on. Tightened his grip.

I heard it from here. A sickening crack.

The tattooed guy went completely limp. Just hung there in Marquis’s arms like a rag doll.

Marquis released him. Let the body drop to the sand.

The referee rushed in. Checked for a pulse. Pressed his fingers to the guy neck.

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Then he shook his head.

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The crowd erupted. Half of them were cheering. The other half were gasping. Some people looked shocked. Others looked excited.

Maya’s hand covered her mouth. “Oh my god. Oh my god, did he just-

“Yes, I said quietly.

Jen turned away. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers. Ladies and gentlemen, Marquis remains undefeated! Forty-three wins, Forty-three kills!”

Maya was shaking. Forty-three people? He’s killed forty-three people?”

Jen’s face was white. “This is insane. This is actually insane. Why is this legal?”

I didn’t answer. Just watched Marquis.

He was showboating now. Arms raised. Walking around the cage like he owned it.

His technique had deteriorated. I could see it clearly. The choke was sloppy. Took way too long. He’d gotten lazy. Relying on size and strength instead of skill.

Three years ago, he would have finished that in thirty seconds. Now it took almost two minutes.

Medical personnel rushed into the cage. Started working on the body. But could tell from here it was pointless.

The crowd was dispersing. Some people heading to collect their winnings. Others going to watch different cages.

Marquis climbed out of Cage 13. He was swagger-walking. All confidence. Like he was the king of this place.

He passed right by us. His eyes swept over the crowd. Then stopped on me

Just for a second. Our eyes met.

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