fantastic ✷ caitvi

3. rebel heart

Vi tries hard not to get distracted by the blue-haired beauty in the audience as she blasts through the rest of her fights, although admittedly, it's difficult not to pause in her stance and steal another look.

The stranger whom she locked eyes with moments before is nothing if not alluring, what with her striking blue eyes and the curves that display themselves through her baby blue sundress. Her cheekbones are sharp enough to cut glass, and her long hair screams soft.

In other words, she's the most beautiful woman Vi has ever laid eyes on.

She's the type of woman to turn heads when she walks into a room, Vi is sure of it. Her beauty is breathtaking. Not to mention she's never seen the woman around before. She'd be sure to remember a face like that.

She doesn't have the chance to think anymore because a fist is flying towards her face at high speed. She avoids the punch swiftly and lands her own, the satisfying crunch of the other fighter's nose echoing in her ears.

She dropkicks him in the stomach, knocking him to the ground, but she doesn't expect a quick and easy fight. He's up in seconds, towering over her with a snarl.

She flicks two fingers as if to say "bring it on." Then he's on her, shooting a punch to her gut and making her stumble backward with a surprised grunt.

She doesn't have enough time to right herself before he pounces on her again. His knuckles slam into her face; blurry specks dance in front of her eyes.

The crowd is a mixture of boo's and cheers. She attempts to send a punch to his own face but misses as he kicks her shin and throws her off balance once again.

The ground cuts into her palms as she stumbles and falls. Her cheek throbs and her insides burn, but she'd be damned to give up now.

As she clambers to her feet, her eyes drift to the audience again. Which is the biggest mistake she could've made, but for some reason, she just has to catch sight of the beautiful stranger again.

Vi catches a glimpse of worry on the woman's face before she goes down, pain exploding in her ribs and traveling all throughout her body. Gritting her teeth, she grunts and claws at the ground, fighting to pull herself back up—but her opponent harshly steps on her back to keep her down.

The referee counts to three before blowing his whistle, and the fight is over.

She lost.

The booming voices of the crowd don't register as she slowly lifts herself up off the ground, clutching her abdomen. She sniffs, glaring at the bastard who took her winning title. The man just smirks back.

Cursing under her breath, she storms to the locker room, wiping the sweat off her brow. She's never lost a fight before, not once in her entire career. Now, suddenly, she's off her game? Just because, what, she saw a pretty girl? She sees pretty girls all the time! Hell, she has fans fawn over her wherever she goes. She's used to it.

Yet, this woman seems to be different. She was like a magnet, pulling Vi in by force. She's still intrigued by her, she can't lie. She almost wants to go back out there and find her, just to introduce herself.

She immediately shakes her head of the thought. That isn't like her. Women chase after her, not the other way around. And she certainly won't chase after a stranger she'll probably never see again.

She's chugging some water when her sisters roll in. She sighs and turns away, not looking forward to seeing the disappointment on their faces, especially Isha's. She's supposed to be a good role model. She doesn't want her sisters to think she's weak.

"Well, that fight was something," Powder drawls, leaning back against one of the lockers and propping one foot against it.

"If you came to make fun of me, save it," Vi snaps. She's really not in the mood for her sister to be making jokes.