Twisted Desires

7. Rings

Hanni, contemplating her options, muttered to Minji, "Maybe I should consider that ring fight for some extra cash."

Minji, smirking, replied, "Finally catching on, huh? It's a tough world out there, but you've got potential."

As the conversation unfolded, Hanni found herself slowly accepting the idea of stepping into the ring, her words carrying a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "Alright, let's do this. I need the money, and maybe, just maybe, I can prove something to myself."

Yeah that was 7 hours ago, when Hanni still had sense? Well now it was about to be beaten out of her, and now, drenched in nervous sweat and overwhelmed by dread, Hanni paces around the ring, anxiously anticipating the arrival of her opponent.

As "This was a bad idea" echoes relentlessly in Hanni's head, the voice amplifies when she catches sight of her impending opponent. The anxiety intensifies as she watches him strut into the ring, the deafening cheers from the crowd creating an unbelievable roar. Doubts assail her—could he truly be that formidable? In this moment, the fear of imminent doom overtakes her, and she can't help but think, 'This was a bad idea.'

Her gaze scans the surroundings, desperately seeking a familiar face. Minji, possessive and watchful, sits in the stands, offering a nod of encouragement. Hanni takes solace in this one familiar presence before facing her seemingly insurmountable adversary. The muscleman flexes before the crowd, and she shudders, realizing the magnitude of the challenge ahead.

Remembering Jax's advice, she recalls, "It's about stamina with guys like me. The reason Jackie wins against me is that she's smaller—that's her advantage. She knows eventually I'll get tired of swinging, and she uses that to take me down." Jackie's words resonate, urging her to exploit the opponent's weaknesses.

Attempting to calm her nerves, Hanni glances back at Minji, who nods in a gesture of unwavering support. Hanni winces as she refocuses on the looming adversary, trying to absorb the lessons she's been taught. "Tire him out, then go for the weakest point, collar bone," she recalls Jackie's guidance.

Suddenly, the crowd erupts in screams, drawing her attention back to the present. The reason for the commotion becomes apparent—her opponent is charging straight at her! The adrenaline surges, and Hanni braces herself for the impending clash in the unforgiving ring.

In the cruel dance of the ring, Hanni found herself entangled with a colossal adversary. His sheer size was daunting, but her agile movements hinted at a silent determination. The atmosphere thickened with tension, and Minji's unwavering gaze intensified from the stands, an unspoken pact of support between them.

As the giant opponent charged, Hanni's survival instincts kicked in. Her evasive maneuvers were a delicate ballet on the precipice of panic. The thudding footsteps of the adversary created an ominous rhythm, setting the stage for a brutal confrontation.

In a burst of courage, Hanni sidestepped his charge just in time. The crowd's collective pulse echoed in her racing heart. Minji's eyes traced every twist and turn, a testament to the gravity of the unfolding spectacle.

Closing in on her opponent, Hanni's flight instinct transformed into an aggressive pounce. She wrapped herself around his formidable frame, screaming in a mix of fear and determination. The ring echoed with her cries as she clung to him like a desperate survivor.

Thrown to the ground, winded and gasping, Hanni summoned her resilience. As he clenched his jaw in anger, she endured a barrage of punches, quick and erratic. The brutality intensified, yet Hanni's will remained unbroken.

Her favorite move became her weapon of choice—a side step followed by a swift punch. The pain in her wrist was eclipsed by the burning grip of the opponent. Swung around like a trophy, Hanni fought against dizziness and nausea.