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Most of the audience had already taken their seats, and the last few hurried over from the bar as the commentator’s voice boomed through the mic.
“Lllllet’s get ready for the Goliaths!”
The audience started screaming. I grinned, scanning the signs some of them were holding up tonight.
SHOW US YOUR DISCO STICK, one said.
ROLL THAT TONGUE RIGHT INTO MY PANTS, RIMMER, said another. Jeez.
“Making his way to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred-and-eighty pounds… Don’t boogie too close to that hungry mouth, folks… It’s… The Rolling Rimmerrrr!”
One of the entrances exploded in a cacophony of flashing multicoloured lights and disco music, before Vince glided onto the walkway in his roller skates. He was wearing a pair of silver hot pants and a matching halter-neck crop top, his black-grey hair teased into big, seventies-style waves that swooped back from his gaunt face.
He was doing the Disco Finger as he skated down the walkway, grinning wide as his long tongue curled through the air. Halfway down, he spun around and did a flawless backflip, landing effortlessly on his skates while the crowd screamed and cheered.
“Wow,” I breathed. “He’s so good on his skates.”
Holt chuckled. “Yeah.”
Vince reached the ring and hoisted himself up into the splits to skate right under the ropes. I understood why he was wearing shorts and not briefs. A ball or two definitely would’ve popped out if he’d been in any skimpier panties.
He skated effortlessly around the ring while doing the Hitchhiker, rolling his arms and pointing his thumbs over his shoulders in perfect time to the music. It faded as the commentator’s voice came back over the mic.
“And making their way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds… They love the spotlight, folks…”
The group of mothpeople stood up as one, wings twitching and flaring as several of them held up signs.
YOU FLAME MY FIRE, NIGHT LIGHT
WHAT THAT PROBOSCIS DO
GET THAT WING DUST ALL OVER ME
Black smoke started pouring from one of the entrances, backlit by a big red spotlight, as the commentator continued, “It’s… The Night Liiight!”
Kit swooped out of the entrance and high into the air. The audience jumped up and cheered as they circled overhead before shooting toward the ring and landing gracefully on the top rope, their tarsal claws curling around it. They were in an old-school wrestling singlet, black-and-red-striped against their pale grey skin.
They grinned, revealing their cute little fangs, before hopping down onto the mat. As Vince was handed a mic and started smack-talking, Holt took my empty beer bottle from me and stood.
“Want another?”
“I’m okay,” I said quickly, because I didn’t want to risk getting tipsy when we were going back to Holt’s after this. “Maybe some water?”
“Sure, babe.” He bent down to open the minifridge. The pet name, said in such an easy way, like it just slipped out of him, made my stomach clench with longing.
The loud ding of a bell drew my gaze back to the arena in time to see Vince and Kit start fighting. My eyes widened when I saw that Vince was still in his skates as he launched himself at Kit and the two of them slammed into the mat with echoing thuds.
“Does he keep the skates on to wrestle?” I asked in disbelief as Holt sat back down beside me and passed me a bottle of water.
“Uh-huh.” Holt unscrewed his own bottle and took a gulp, then set it down to wrap his arm around me again. “He’s a pro. In a roller derby league. It’s mostly goblins. Couple of incubi, I think, but I’m pretty sure Vince is the only ghoul.”
Roller derby goblins. With every new thing I learned about this secret world, I grew more convinced that the Lizard Granny Mafia was plausible.
Wetting my lips, I nervously asked, “Hey, how many of the lizard people are there—”
“Ohhh, looks like the Rolling Rimmer is going for his signature move!” The commentator’s voice blared over the mic, making me jerk my gaze back to the ring.
Kit was hanging over the ropes, arms dangling, looking dazed as they pretended to be struggling to stand back up. Their wings were spread wide, and Vince’s long tongue was winding through the air like a snake as he waggled his eyebrows and the audience grew deafening.
