Oops Wrong Girl to Bully (Angelina) by Xena Kessler novel Chapter 167

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Angelina’s POV

Behind me, the referee called out. “Number forty-seven! You’re up!”

1 looked at Friedrich. His expression was pure panic. This man had seen combat. Had fought in Cage 13 dozens of times. And he looked scared.

“Please, Friedrich said. His voice was breaking. “He needs you. You’re the only one.”

1 glanced back at the cage. The referee was waiting. This was my evaluation. My chance to score points for the military selection.

Then I looked at Friedrich again.

Made my decision.

Turned away from Cage S. Started walking with Friedrich.

Behind me, the referee’s voice. “Number forty-seven? Are you forfeiting?”

I didn’t answer. Just kept walking.

Friedrich and I started running. Through corridors. Past other cages. Dodging crowds.

“What happened?” I asked.

Friedrich was breathing hard. Struggling to talk while running. “Theodore. The Redwood Pack Gamma. He challenged Marquis.”

“And?”

“Marquis accepted. Thought he could take him. But Theodore is dirty. Really dirty. Using illegal techniques. Pressure point manipulation. Joint

locks designed to cause permanent damage.”

We turned a corner. Nearly ran into a group of spectators.

‘Marquis is hurt,” Friedrich continued. “Left arm is useless. Right leg bare supporting his weight. But he can’t get out.”

“Why not?”

“Cage 13 rules. Once you enter, the fight continues until someone can’t continue anymore. Knockout, submission, or death. Medical staff won’t

intervene until it’s over.”

I processed that. “Substitution?”

“Yes! You can substitute, Sign the waiver. Fight in his place. But if you lose you take whatever consequences would have fallen on him.”

We ran faster. The noise level was increasing. Getting closer to Cage 13.

Friedrich grabbed my arm. Made me stop for a second.

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“Angelina, listen. Theodore has a fifty-fight win streak. Fifty. He’s brutal

“I know.”

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“Wolfgang and I are skilled. But we’d last maybe two minutes against him You’re the only one we know who has a real shot at beating him.”

I looked at Friedrich. Get me the substitution waiver.

His face showed relief. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

We started running again.

The crowd around Cage 13 was massive. Hundreds of people packed together. All screaming. All watching the cage.

I pushed through. Using my elbows. My shoulders. Moving people aside.

Someone shoved back. “Hey! Watch it!”

I ignored them. Kept pushing.

Friedrich followed behind me. “Make way! Coming through!”

The crowd was thick. Dense. Everyone trying to get a better view.

I could hear the announcer’s voice over the speakers. “Theodore showing absolutely no mercy here! Marquis is on his last legs!”

The crowd roared.

I shoved harder. Pushed a large man out of my way. He stumbled. Started to say something angry.

Then he saw my expression. Whatever he saw made him shut up. Step aside.

Finally broke through to the ringside. Right at the cage fence.

And I saw it.

Marquis was inside Cage 13. His left arm hung at a wrong angle. Dislocated shoulder. Maybe worse.

His right leg was barely supporting him. He was trying to stay upright. Ting to defend himself.

But he was done. Finished.

Theodore stood across from him. Six-foot-five. Built like a tank. Covered tribal tattoos. His eyes were cold. Dead.

He was circling Marquis slowly. Taking his time. Enjoying it.

“Come on,” Theodore said. His voice was mocking. “Show me something. ve me a reason to remember you.”

Marquis tried to throw a punch. Weak. Slow.

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Theodore dodged easily. Laughed. “That’s it? That’s all you got?”

Wolfgang was at the cage door. Arguing with the referee. “Please! Stop the fight! He’s injured!

The referee shook his head. “Can’t stop a Cage 13 match. You know the rules.

“He’s going to die in there!”

Then someone better substitute. Otherwise the fight continues.”

I walked up to Wolfgang. My voice was flat. Calm. “Get Marquis out. Now

Wolfgang turned. Saw me. His expression showed relief. “Angelina! Thank god!

“Where’s the substitution waiver?”

“But the rules-”

“I said NOW. Where is it?”

Wolfgang fumbled in his pocket. Pulled out a folded paper. “Here. You have to sign this. It’s a death waiver. Once you enter that cage-

“I know what it is.”

I took the paper. Unfolded it.

The text was simple. Direct. No legal jargon.

I acknowledge that entering Cage 13 may result in severe injury or death. accept full responsibility for any consequences. Medical

intervention will only occur after the match concludes. I understand that he fight continues until one participant cannot continue by

knockout, submission, or death.

Below that was a signature line.

Wolfgang handed me a pen. “Are you sure about this? Theodore is-”

“Give me the pen.”

He gave it to me.

I pressed the paper against the cage fence. Signed my name.

Bold strokes. Confident. No hesitation. No tremor.

The signature looked almost aggressive on the page.

Wolfgang took the paper. Stared at it. “I’ll submit this to the officials. Ond it’s approved, you can enter.”

“How long?”

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Two minutes. Maybe three.”

Inside the cage, Theodore hit Marquis with a body shot. Marquis doubled over. Gasping.

Theodore grabbed his head. Pulled him into a clinch. Started delivering knee strikes to his ribs.

The crowd was cheering. Screaming for more.

I stood there. Watching. Completely calm.

My mind was already working. Analyzing Theodore’s movements. His patterns. His technique.

He was strong. Fast for his size. Good striking.

But he was predictable. Relied too much on power. Not enough on strategy

And he was enjoying himself too much. Playing with Marquis instead of finishing him.

That was a mistake.

In Cage 15, you don’t play. You finish. Fast and clean.

Theodore was about to learn that lesson.

Wolfgang ran off with the signed waiver. Disappeared into the crowd.

Friedrich stood next to me. “Thank you for doing this.”

I didn’t respond. Just kept watching the cage.

Marquis was on his knees now. Blood dripping from his nose. His mouth.

Theodore walked around him. Still circling. Still taking his time.

“You were supposed to be tough,” Theodore said. “Forty-three wins. Forty-three kills. What a joke.”

He kicked Marquis in the ribs. Not hard enough to finish him. Just hard enough to hurt.

Marquis fell onto his side. Curled up. Trying to protect himself.

“Get up,” Theodore said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

The crowd was loving it. Chanting Theodore’s name.

I looked at my hands. Flexed my fingers.

Been a while since I fought in Cage 13. Two years. Since before I died.

Wolfgang reappeared. Running. “It’s approved! The substitution is official As soon as Marquis is out, you can enter!”

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I turned to Friedrich. “When I say move, you get in there and pull Marquis out. Fast. Don’t waste time.”

Friedrich nodded. “Understood.”

The referee was walking toward the cage door. Carrying a megaphone.

He raised it. His voice boomed through the speakers.

“Attention! We have an official substitution request! Fighter Marquis will be replaced by fighter Aria Sterling!”

The crowd went quiet. Confused.

Then the whispers started.

“Who?”

“Aria Sterling? Never heard of her.”

“Is she even registered here?”

Theodore stopped circling Marquis. Looked at the referee. “What? A substitution? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The referee shook his head. “It’s legal. She signed the waiver. The fight will continue with the substitute.”

Theodore laughed. “Fine. Bring her in. I’ll finish her too.”