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“The show’s about to start.”
Chapter Twelve
The Vapours
“Lllllllet’s get ready for the Goliaths!” An animated, booming voice rang out through the mic as Holt and I took our seats.
Holt cleared his throat. “Are you looking forward to it?”
“Heck yes.” I grinned over at him, but my attention was immediately pulled back to the arena.
The final audience members were taking their seats, the excited atmosphere palpable. The lights over the bar dimmed, leaving that side of the arena washed in the pink-and-green glow of the big Goliaths of Wrestling sign.
My belly clenched with anticipation when the announcer’s voice boomed out over the microphone again.
“Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he’s a crowd favourite here at Goliaths… No open wounds in the arena, folks, unless you want to be dinner. It’s… Blood… Suckapuuunch!”
The crowd went wild. An explosion of flashing red lights and grey smoke filled one of the side entrances, haunting orchestral music somehow blending seamlessly into the screech of an electric guitar.
A tall silhouette appeared out of the smoke, already throwing his hands up and posturing for the crowd. He was wearing a pair of blood red bikini briefs and a silky black cape. Long black dreadlocks were tied back and trailing artfully over his shoulders, the ends dyed red.
His eyes were red too, and his pupils seemed to be just thin slits, though it was hard to see from up here. He swished his cape dramatically, bringing one arm up so it hid his face for a few moments just like an old movie vampire, then dropped it again and grinned wide to bare bright white fangs.
“Oh! Blood Suckapunch. He’s a vampire.” I laughed. “That’s so cool.”
“He can be a little flashy about it, but the crowd loves him,” Holt said dryly beside me.
“Wait, so… isn’t Corey fighting?” I asked doubtfully. “That guy is like, half his size.”
“Corey’s the headliner. He’s one of the main draws so he keeps the crowd here. They adore him.”
That made sense. He had a very… commanding presence.
Blood Suckapunch had reached the ring, diving dramatically under the bottom rope and executing a perfect forward roll to land on one knee with his cape once again hiding the bottom part of his face. As he straightened, he raised his hands and curled fingers tipped with black claws while he peeled his lips back in a hiss.
It was quite a performance.
I was already beyond excited to see who he’d be fighting against when the announcer’s voice came back over the microphone.
“Aaand taking on Blood Suckapunch, for our first match tonight, he’s another crowd pleaser… Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds… Folks, you love him, you fear him…”
The crowd began screaming even louder as ethereal golden smoke started pouring out of the entrance on the opposite side. People leaped out of their seats, jumping up and down.
“…and what should you never do?”
“CROSS HIM!” they all screamed, pumping their fists. The group of winged women I’d noticed earlier held up signs that said things like, WE LOVE YOU CROSSBODY, and YOU CAN CROSS MY BODY ANY DAY, and STEP ON ME, HIGH LORD HOTTIE!!!
“It’s…” the announcer continued, “High… Lord… Crossbodyyy!”
A tall, leanly muscled figure swept out of the golden smoke, and when I got my first proper look at him, I was almost dumbstruck.
He was so beautiful that it kind of hurt to look directly at him. I mean, he wasn’t as hot as Holt, but his face was almost unnaturally perfect. He had sultry hooded eyes with long, dark lashes, and silky golden hair that fell around his shoulders in a shimmering waterfall as he turned his head to wave regally at the crowd. His skin was painted pale mauve, and he was wearing insectoid wings just like the group of women who were screaming his name so loud it looked like they were going to pass out.
Except his were twice as big, stretching over his head and twitching as he walked. His skin shimmered as he glided down the walkway in nothing but a pair of skimpy gold bikini briefs, long legs moving gracefully. He must’ve been wearing a lot of body glitter.
He suddenly stopped midway down the walkway, paused for a few seconds to soak up the adoration, then… rose up into the air, his wings fluttering manically.
My eyes almost bulged out of my head. “H-how—”
