anger has long since taken roost in her bones , but tonight she would prove once more who really was the top tier , the man , the champ , the g.o.a.t. and it wasn’t @dcvill . no , it was her . metallic cage lowers , neither athlete within it’s confines . fingers grasp chain , wrapping it around her hand . a fire lives behind amber hues , igniting even brighter than before . she’s on a war path , playing this cat and mouse game . tonight , she’s here for blood , here for sasha . inaudible to every one other than them , gaze like daggers piercing through . “ . . . by the end of this , sasha , “ a beat , momentary silence like she’s moving in on prey . “ ___ i will have your head on a spike . “
