Let’s Get Ready To Sal-saaaa!
Ding goes the bell, and the combatants hit the floor in a swirl of red fabrics. This is Vanessa’s first time at the Dance Ring; everything looks different than it does on TV.
“This is unreal,” she tells Rikka.
“Wait for the main event.”
Salvador slams a hip outward and the crowd goes absolutely insane. She can feel the rhythm in her bones. The closest rows are on their feet, yowling for murder.
“Wish I’d listened to my mom. Taken dancing lessons.”
“You kidding me? They woulda broke you in threes.”
A cross-step. Blood blooms on the challenger’s face.