"If I can't have love, I want power"
She is enchanting. She is dangerous. She is mysterious. She is lethal. She is everything anyone would desire. But most of all she is deadly.
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Greyhound! Greyhound! Greyhound! Greyhound!
Greyhound, really? What kind of name is that? It's almost like I'm up against a fucking dog. The crowd has been chanting "Greyhound" for several minutes now while I stand here at the end of the hallway, waiting for the announcer to call my name so I can go up on stage.
The announcer's voice finally boomed through the speakers, cutting through the noise of the crowd. "And now, welcome to the stage, the challenger, ready to take on Greyhound...!" My name echoed through the arena, cutting through the deafening cheers and applause. With a deep breath, I stepped forward, feeling the lights hit me as I walked onto the stage.
As I made my way to the ring, I caught a glimpse of my opponent aka The Greyhound and let me tell you this when I say the name suits him. I mean actually suit him because the man, never mind he doesn't look like a man more like a beast, is tall with an overly muscular body which I can tell is not a product of hitting the gym.
As I stepped in the ring, our eyes locked, his face turning sour and his eyes brimmed with resentment, anger and disgust, as if my mere presence was an insult to him,as if I was nothing and challenging him was a huge mistake for someone as petite as me.
The crowd's murmur grew louder, a mix of anticipation and skepticism hanging in the air. I could feel the weight of their doubts pressing down on me, but I refused to let it show. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and shifted into my fighting stance.
He sneered, clearly underestimating me, but I knew that his arrogance would be his downfall. I had trained too hard and come too far to be intimidated now. The bell rang, and we began to circle each other, the tension between us palpable, fueling the adrenaline.
The referee stepped forward, signalling us to our positions. The noise of the crowd faded into the background as my focus narrowed to the opponent in front of me. Greyhound or not, I was ready to give it everything I had. The bell rang, and the match began.
He lunged first, quick and aggressive, but I was ready. I dodged his punch with a swift sidestep, feeling the rush of air as his fist missed its mark. This only fueled his anger, and he came at me again, more ferocious this time.
But I remained calm, focusing on my strategy, knowing that patience and precision would be key. As he threw another wild punch, I saw my opening. I moved with lightning speed, landing a solid blow to his side. He staggered back, surprised, but I didn't stop.
Each strike I delivered was calculated, exploiting his weaknesses, wearing him down. The crowd's murmur turned into cheers as they began to see my skill and determination. The match was far from over, but with each passing second, I felt more confident that I could prove them all wrong.
His movements grew more erratic as his frustration increased, each miss making him more aggressive. I could see the flicker of uncertainty that hadn't been there before, creep into his eyes. It was time to press my advantage.
I moved to the left, drawing him in, then quickly pivoted to the right, landing a swift jab to his jaw. He reeled, stumbling back, his confidence visibly shaken. The crowd roared in approval, their energy feeding my own determination and I could feel adrenaline pumping in my veins.
"You're tougher than you look," he spat, wiping blood from his lip. But his cockiness and confidence was faltering.
I didn't reply, letting my actions speak for me. I advanced with relentless focus, each punch and kick making an impact. I could sense the shift in the air, the realization dawning on him that he had underestimated me.
He launched one final, desperate blow, trying his best to overwhelm me. But I had anticipated this. With a swift counterattack, I caught him off guard, delivering a powerful uppercut that sent him crashing to the floor.
Greyhound landed with a thud on his back, silencing the whole crowd. As the air around me grew more quiet, I could practically feel my heart thumping in my ears and adrenaline pumping furiously in my veins.
The referee's count began. I watched as he struggled to rise, but his body wouldn't obey. At the count of ten, the referee raised my hand in victory. I released a breath as my heartbeat began to normalise.
The crowd erupted into applause with admiration, their initial doubts evaporating in thin air. I had not only defeated my opponent but also made myself known to the world. As I left the ring, I felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. This was just the beginning, and I was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.
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