DING DING DING

The round was over. Ended in a stalemate with both fighters equally injured, Vi walked off her raggedy, baggy black pants and wiped the blood off her nose which smeared off her black face paint. She stormed out of the pit and into the hall, where she'd eventually punch the wall and scream.

Her hand slipped off the wall and she turned away. Vi needed a drink thats for sure, after all this cleaning up. After leaving the locker room, she plopped down on a stool, waving her hand.

"Waiter!" She grouchily called for the bartender, "Drinks over here."