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"AND THE CROWD GOES WILD FOR... MEDUSA!" The announcer's voice bellowed with dramatic flair, his excitement shaking the very walls of the arena. The crowd erupted into a frenzy, as if they'd just discovered the secret to immortality. Meanwhile, the y/h/c-haired girl stood center stage, trying to process her latest nickname.
It was an improvement, to be fair. The crowd had rejected Crimson Cobra faster than a vegan at a BBQ, Night Viper had been met with snickers about bad fanfiction, and Shadow Fang was apparently "too try-hard." But Basilisk? That one really stung—someone had literally booed at Gunther, yelling, "She's not even a snake, H*tler!"
Now, it was Medusa. A mythological woman who turned all who dared to look at her into stone. The girl couldn't decide if it was empowering or if they were just out of snake names. Either way, she was rolling with it.
Y/n, panting but exhilarated, stood tall in the center of the mat, her bo staff resting against the floor as her opponent, Cara, captain of the Irish team, groaned in pain on her knees. The match had ended in spectacular fashion—y/n's perfectly executed sweep had knocked Cara off balance, and the follow-up strike to her back had slammed her onto the mat with a resounding thud.
The girl's lips curled into a small, triumphant smirk. She tilted her head to meet Cara's glare as the blonde hissed through gritted teeth, "You chipped my tooth, bitch."
Feigning an expression of innocent sweetness, y/n crouched down slightly, her voice honeyed with mock concern.
"Oh no." She paused, letting the silence linger just long enough to be infuriating. "Guess you'll finally have something real to cry about now."
She leaned in as she spoke, her tone dropping to a low, dangerous purr, just loud enough for the blonde to hear. The words were laced with venom, but her face betrayed nothing but warmth to the audience, who were oblivious to the tension brewing.
Extending a hand in mock courtesy, y/n smiled as she helped Cara to her feet. To the onlookers, it was an act of sportsmanship—one of humility and grace.
But the Irish's face twisted in fury, her fists trembling as she struggled to contain herself. "You little--"
The blonde lunged, shoving y/n backward with enough force to make her stagger.
Gasps erupted from the audience. The refs immediately intervened, rushing to restrain Cara as she flailed against their hold, hurling curses in rapid-fire succession.
