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Guardian Devil pt. 1; Matt Murdock x teen reader

I showed him my ID and he greeted me.

"Welcome back Éowyn." Yes I used a fake name to get in here but hey not my fault they don't ask for any birth certificates or Social Security. They just want a name, and to sign a waver not putting them responsible for any life long injuries or potential death. He opened the door and I walked down the stairs where the real magic was.

There stood a descent sized boxing ring surrounded by a metal cage like how you see on TV. People were already in the catwalks getting ready for the shows tonight. I walked to the back room where the lockers were and saw the other fighters training or changing into their fighting clothes.

Every fighter looked to be in their late 20s to mid-30's, possible a couple of them in their 40s trying to make it in with the young crowd and then there's me, the youngest out of everyone. Like I said, I made a name for myself here.

Everyone that has ever doubted me because of my size, they soon know why they call me "The Bobcat". I finally reached my locker and got out my fighting clothes and quickly changed clothes. Once I was prepped with boxing tape wrapped around my hands I headed on off to the small gym area where all the fighters go to warm up before the fights.

As I was at the punching bag doing some rapid punches, getting a few kicks in and working on my dodges, all I kept thinking was about my mom and her killer. He is the inspiration between all my hard punches and kicks. My anger boiled as I pictured his face, my mother's cut up corpse when they asked me to ID her, the closed casket I was forced to have for her funeral since it was such a gory way for someone to be buried.

When the clock struck 7pm it was fighting time.

A couple of fights went on before me until I was finally called up to face up against 'Goliath'. A tall 6'4 bodybuilder with muscles on his muscles. His face was all scarred up from knives and had two full sleeves (for those that don't know that means tattoos that literally cover his whole arm). Along with the nerve to have a Nazi cross tattooed on his neck.

"Shouldn't you be in pre-school little girl?" he mocked me.

"Shouldn't you be Captain America's bitch? Guess I'll have to make you mine since he missed one."

"If anyone's gonna be crying like a little bitch it's you little girl!" he snarled at me pointing at me. I grinned smugly at him as we both got into fighting stance.

"GOLIATH VS. BOBCAT!! TWO ENTER THE RING BUT ONLY ONE WILL LEAVE. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN......LET'S GET READY TO RUUMMMBBBBBBLLLLLEEE!!"

The bell dinged and our fight began. Goliath tried an overhand punch down at me but I quickly slid between his legs and gave him a good side-kick in his ass.

"No wonder Nazis were so easy to arrest, you guys suck at physical confrontation." I mocked him. He growled and came at me again. I sent a couple of punches into his gut before dodging his next coming punch. I then went to kick him again but he grabbed my leg and picked me up.

He had me rested over his shoulders with his hand squeezing down on my throat.

"Time for little baby to be put to bed." He then hopped in the air and body slammed me to the ground. His heavy ass crushing underneath me and of course the after-shock of being slammed into the ground can seriously knock the wind out of you. I could hear the crowd either cheering or booing while Goliath praised his victory.

Slowly I got up into a cat-like pouncing position allowing my rage to boil as I finally unleashed "The Bobcat". I roared as I raced right toward him and clung onto his back. Digging my nails as deep into his muscles as I could, scratching and clawing him.