𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?| Robby Keene & Eli Moskowitz [COMPLETED]

𝒍𝒙𝒗. i was scared

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE,
I WAS SCARED

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The underground arena pulsed with raw energy. Flickering overhead lights buzzed erratically, casting harsh shadows on the battered concrete walls. The crowd, packed shoulder-to-shoulder, roared in anticipation as two fighters circled the ring's center. The smell of sweat and cheap beer hung heavy in the air.

Camden Lawrence-Cameron LaRusso's alias-stood poised on the edge of the ring. Her lithe form was tight with muscle, bruises blooming like dark flowers along her ribs and arms. Her leather wrestling boots gripped the mat, toes digging in, ready. Across from her, a towering opponent known as "Crusher" cracked his knuckles, a sneer curling on his lip.

The bell clanged sharply.

Crusher charged first, his heavy steps shaking the ring. Camden ducked low, barely dodging a wild swing, and retaliated with a quick series of jabs, her fists connecting with solid thuds against his ribs. Crusher staggered but came back with a brutal clothesline that sent Camden sprawling.

Groans and cheers filled the room.

Camden hit the mat hard but rolled smoothly to her feet, her eyes blazing with determination. She baited Crusher with a feint, then launched herself upward, catching him in a swift knee to the jaw. The crowd gasped as Crusher wobbled, eyes wide.

She seized the moment - a fluid grapple, twisting him down to the mat with a practiced throw. Crusher grunted as Camden pinned him, the referee slamming the mat three times.

The bell rang again.

The crowd erupted, some chanting Camden's name, others jeering, but she barely heard them. Her breath came fast, her body trembling with fatigue and adrenaline. She grabbed a water bottle from the corner and took a long gulp, hands shaking slightly from exhaustion and stress.

Her boss, leaning against the ropes, gave her a sharp nod of approval. But Camden's phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her attention.

She leaned against the ropes, pulling out her water bottle with shaking hands and unscrewing the cap. The plastic crinkled sharply in the tense silence, a stark contrast to the loud, rough atmosphere surrounding her. She took a long, steady sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe her dry throat.