𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

It had been about 45 minutes and I've been training and warming up for the fight.
I didn't want to ware myself out and be too exhausted for the actual fight so I went easy and I'm feeling way better in myself and I know I've got this fight in the bag.

Clark came to get me about five minutes ago and I'm sat waiting for my name to be shouted.

I've put my signature mask on. It's not a mask but it covers some of my face leaving my eyes, nose and mouth out so I can breath. I like to be careful. Half of the people don't know who 'scar' is and I want to keep it that way.

The man speaks and I hear people chant for 'the king' as he walks out and then I patiently wait for him to shout my name.

Once he does I walk out. Most people look shocked to know that this man is going against a girl and some people are cheering me on. I hear a range of girls shouting...
"Atta girl!"
"You got this!"
"Beat his ass!"

Then of course the men are shouting...
"Weak bitch!"
"How can a girl like you beat a man like him?"
"Get ready to loose bitch!"

I find it entertaining and use this to only push myself even more to win and prove them wrong.

Which of course was what I'm going to do.

I get up into the ring and I see my opponent.

Or should I say my brother.
Antonio.

I'm fighting my own brother.

His blue eyes meeting mine.

He doesn't recognise me.

Maybe because you've got your face covered Olivia.

I shake my head getting rid of my thoughts. My only focus is him and him only. I block out everyone's cheers and screams and listen to the man in charge of our fight.

He speaks to us making sure we understand the rules.

Jokes on him there are no rules.

Once he's done speaking he puts his arm up signifying we can begin. That's what we do.

I want him to make the first move so I just get into my position and Antonio does the same thing.

I move around on my feet waiting for his move. It never comes. We just move around in circles waiting for the other person to make the first move.

He gets frustrated and throws his arm at me.

Monika could throw a better punch than that and she was a druggie.

I saw it coming and I dodged it.

He frowns and puts his guard up. I do the same thing waiting for him to throw a proper punch.

I smirk and we continue dancing around in circles.

He throws another punch which was better than the other but still shit.