I am in the battle room. The room where the nobodies become somebody's. But today is different. Today we are starting something new. Death match. Instead of fighting until one person is knocked out, we are fighting to save our lives.
I am up against Celina. Full of muscle and with a towering height of 6'8 1/2" that beats my 5'8" stature out of the park. But I am not worried. I have beaten taller women and men than her. I know how to put my long limbs to use. The part I am worried about is the kill. This will be my first kill. A part of me tells me to give up, walk away. But a stronger part will not back down. I am not a quitter. I am a fighter.
The match is about to start soon. Anxiety hits me like a freight train, filling me up to maximum capacity. Palms sweating, knees shaking, for the first time in my life I am scared. I can already tell who will win just from looking at her. Not to mention watching some of her fights. Nothing about her screams weak. She is dominant with her left hand.
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The Story of a Monster
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