(Alison P.O.V)
“And the winner of this fight is Roxcy,” the referee said, raising my hand in victory. I couldn’t help but smile.
After that exhilarating victory, my journey in the ring continued. Fight after fight, I stepped into the arena, no longer underestimated by my opponents. It was as if the whispers of my previous triumph had spread through the ranks, a testament to the power of breaking stereotypes. This new chapter of challenges was both daunting and invigorating.
Gone were the smirks and dismissive glances. Instead, my opponents met my gaze with a steely resolve, a determination to match my own. They had seen what I was capable of, and they weren’t about to let their guard down. As the bell rang, signaling the start of each match, I felt a different kind of energy, a heightened sense of focus that pulsed through every fiber of my being.
The fights became more intense, a strategic dance of skill and strength. Each punch I threw was met with a calculated counter, and every move was analyzed and countered with precision. It was a chess game of sorts, a battle of wits and physical prowess that pushed me to my limits. And I reveled in it.
There was a newfound satisfaction in the challenge, in knowing that I had earned the respect of my opponents. The fights were no longer just physical; they were mental and emotional tests that I embraced wholeheartedly. It was a different kind of victory, one that went beyond the cheers of the crowd and resonated deep within me.
With each hard-fought win, however, came the toll of battle. My body bore the marks of combat – bruises that painted a vivid map of the fights I had endured. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as I imagined my parents’ reaction if they were to see me now.
*I would need to buy some more concealer to hide my wounds and bursaries from my parents so that, they wouldn’t freak out on me when they saw me,* I thought stepping out of the arena.
The moment I stepped out, a rush of emotions enveloped me, only to be replaced by the warmth of a strong, unexpected embrace. Ethan and Ellia, my steadfast friends, wrapped their arms around me in a gesture of pride and camaraderie. The weight of their support was a balm to my weary body and spirit.
“You did a wonderful job in there,” Ellie beamed, her eyes radiating genuine admiration.
Ethan, ever the joker, chimed in with a smirk, “Any doubts about my friend being a fighting machine, Robbin?”
Robbin, who had been a skeptic before, now wore a smile that revealed a newfound respect. “No, not anymore. You’ve proven yourself. But remember, you’ve only scratched the surface. There’s still a long way to go.”
His words held a mix of challenge and encouragement, a reminder that the path ahead was paved with both sweat and determination. “Don’t worry,” he added, his smile widening, “I’ll be there to guide you every step of the way.”
As the conversation settled, Ellia’s gaze shifted to my bruises, her worry etched across her features. Concern radiated from her eyes like a protective shield. “Alison, your wounds look painful. Are you alright?”
I offered her a reassuring smile, my voice gentle as I responded, “It’s nothing serious, really. A little medicine and rest, and I’ll be good as new.”
Her worry subsided, replaced by a glimmer of relief. Together, we walked towards the reception area, ready to claim the rewards that came with victory.
Robbin bid us farewell, his words carrying the promise of tomorrow’s training session. With a confident smile and a wave, he exited the club, leaving the three of us standing in the aftermath of another victorious fight. As he disappeared from view, I felt a renewed surge of determination – his guidance had become an invaluable compass on this uncharted path.
Ethan’s question pulled my thoughts back to the present as we walked out of the club’s entrance. “How are you planning to save the money you earned today?” he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
“I was actually thinking of opening a bank account,” I replied, my voice tinged with a sense of practicality. The idea of securing my earnings was becoming increasingly important as my victories piled up.
Ellia chimed in with a well-considered suggestion, “But perhaps it would be better if you open the account under a different name. That way, you can avoid unnecessary attention and questions.”
I nodded in agreement, appreciating her insight but hesitant about the idea of using fake documents. “But how can I do that without resorting to anything illegal?” I wondered aloud, my ethical compass firmly in place.
Ellia’s eyes sparkled with a solution. “I could open the bank account in my name for you. My income comes from being an author, and my mother wouldn’t suspect any extra money flowing into my account.”
The simplicity of her proposal resonated with me, and I found myself nodding in agreement. “That actually makes a lot of sense,” I admitted, gratitude swelling within me for the bond I shared with these two friends.
The rhythmic hum of the car’s engine accompanied our journey back to the twins’ mansion, the soft glow of city lights streaming through the windows. As Ethan skillfully navigated the streets, a conversation began to unfold, weaving threads of possibilities and caution.
“I think it would be better if we could invest the money somewhere to earn more than just keeping it safe in the bank,” Ethan mused, his voice thoughtful.
I considered his words, the idea of growth appealing to my practical side. Yet, before I could respond, Ellia’s voice chimed in with a counterpoint. “But investing comes with its own risks, and time is not on our side. Alison needs to address her father’s debt to loan sharks.”
Her words cut through the allure of potential profits, a reminder of the urgency that hung over my head like a shadow. The weight of my father’s debts was a constant presence, a driving force behind my determination to succeed in the ring. I nodded in agreement, echoing Ellia’s sentiment.
“Yeah, she’s right. We can’t afford to take unnecessary risks,” I added, my voice steady as I voiced my agreement.
Ethan’s response was swift, his voice carrying a reassuring confidence. “Don’t worry, I’m not suggesting we invest blindly. There are some schemes offered by banks that provide a certain level of security. I’ll look into them and let you know.”
The tension that had briefly taken root began to ease, replaced by a renewed sense of hope. The prospect of making the most of my hard-earned money without compromising its safety was undeniably appealing. Ellia’s skepticism, however, remained steadfast.
“Just make sure you thoroughly investigate before we make any decisions,” she cautioned, her concern laced with an air of protectiveness.
Ethan’s affirmative response carried a note of determination. “Of course, I’ll do a deep dive into the options before presenting anything to you.”
As Ethan drove inside the entrance gate of the mansion, my eyes were immediately drawn to a stunning fountain that came into view. The sight was truly captivating, with water dancing and sparkling under the sunlight. The surroundings were like a haven of greenery, adorned with an assortment of plants and trees that seemed to embrace the estate.Before me, the path diverged into two inviting routes. One led towards the garages, where vehicles found their resting places. The other, however, took a different course–a picturesque journey through a splendid garden. It was a space that seemed to be plucked straight from a fairy tale, complete with a children’s playground nestled amidst the foliage.Amidst the garden’s allure were benches strategically placed, accompanied by tables and chairs that beckoned people to sit and savour the peaceful atmosphere. A magnificent greenhouse stood proudly, adding an air of sophistication to the surroundings.Choosing the path that led to the garages, Et
Alison awoke the following morning, and as she attempted to sit up, every muscle in her body protested as though a truck had mercilessly run over her during the night. The deep ache in her limbs was relentless, akin to a heavy weight pressing down on her. Every movement sent jolts of discomfort radiating through her muscles, and it felt as if her body had been pushed to its limits.Even the simple act of lifting her arm to reach for a glass of water seemed like an impossible task, and she couldn’t suppress the groans of pain with each movement. Glancing at her wall clock, she saw it was 5:30 AM.“I still have four and a half hours left before I have to go to school,” Alison thought.She managed to sit up, grabbed a glass of water, then opened her drawer, retrieved two painkiller tablets, and washed them down with a glass of water before slipping back into slumber.
After attending the school we all headed to the mall to do some necessary shopping. First, we headed to the cosmetic shop to purchase some concealer and make-up. As I was about to pick up the cheapest make-up kit and concealer, Ella stopped me. ” I know you wanted to buy the cheapest make-up kit and concealer to save money, but it would be better to purchase a little bit more expensive, long-lasting, and waterproof make-up. It would be troublesome if you are makeup worn down in the middle of the day and people notice injuries and bruises on your face,” Ella said while grabbing her hand stopping her from grabbing the cheap self to the expensive one and then looking for the make up she wanted to purchase for Alison.After she grabs what she wants she walks towards the counter and tells the girl sitting on the counter to wrap it up and for them. Before Alison gets the money out of her purse, Ethan tak
“Ro-ka-cy!” seeing Ella cheering Roxcy like that Ethan and a few people in the arena also started chanting her name with her, making a smile form on Roxcy’s face. Soon the crowd was evenly split, with half chanting Roxcy’s name and the other half cheering for Rebbeca. As the chants for Roxcy grew louder, Rebbeca’s expression darkened with discontent since she did not like sharing the attention of the crowd with someone else. She clenched her fist and gritted her teeth to keep herself so from punching Roxcy before the fight began. But soon a smirk formed on her face when she thought about how she going to crush her opponent and show her that no one could take her place as a champion.“Okay, guys, gather up and touch your gloves,” the referee said, motioning for Roxcy and Rebbeca to meet in the center of the ring.The two fighters approached each other, their gloved hand
(3rd person P.O.V)On Sunday afternoon at 11:30 am, Lilly was cooking lunch and her daughter Alison was helping her prepare lunch and arranging the table. Alison’s father, Jared, was reading the newspaper and enjoying sunbathing on the lawn when a few black cars came and stopped beside his house. Jared panicked and ran inside his house.“Lilly,” Jared called his wife in panic while closing the door, hoping that it would buy some time for him and his family to get to safety.“Jared, what happens? Why are you running inside the house like this?” Lilly asks, looking worried.“Mathew and his men are coming here. Quickly, go and hide somewhere in the house with Alison,” Jared said in a hurry and peeked outside the house through the hole in the door. Lilly grabs Alison’s hand and runs towards her bedroom, then hides inside the closet.“Mom, what’s wrong? Why are we hiding inside the closet?” Alison asks her mother. Before Lilly could answer her, they heard someone break the door and signale
(Alison P.O.V)I have told Mom that I would think of something to get us out of this problem, but how will I arrange such a significant amount of money in such a short time?“Ali,...Ali,” I feel someone shaking my shoulders.“huh,” I said and looked up to see the twins looking worriedly at me.“W...what?” I said and ran a hand over my face.“Is everything alright? We have been calling you for a long time, but you didn’t respond to us,” Ella said to me. THE BELL RINGS before I can reply to them, signalling that the first class will start soon.“I will tell you guys later,” I said to them. They nodded their head at me, and we rushed to our homeroom class. I couldn’t concentrate on any of my classes due to today’s incident, and I think my friends noticed that too because they were nagging me to tell them what was bothering me at lunchtime.“I will tell you, after school, because it’s not the place where I can share this problem with you,” I said to them while grabbing the tray and gettin
(Alison P.O.V)“I have talked with him, and he said that he will help us,” Ethan said while walking inside the room.“Cool, how about we go and buy some wig or something to use as a disguise?” Ella asks me. We agree and go to the costume store and buy two blonde wigs, two pairs of lenses, and three hoddies from the mall. I wanted to pay for all that, but Ella stopped me, saying that she wanted to do something to help me since she couldn’t come up with any safe ideas, even though I had told her that she didn’t have to worry about it.By the time we reached home, it was already time for dinner. After dinner, we go to Ella’s room, complete our homework, and pretend to fall asleep after talking for some time.An hour later, we heard someone knock on our door.“You guys get ready. We are leaving now. Mother and father had already fallen asleep,” Ethan said while peeing inside the room. I wear my wig, eye lens, and hoodie, check everything I need for street fighting, and then follow them ou
(Alison P.O.V)I registered my details at the front desk, my heart thrumming with anticipation. The scent of determination seemed to hang in the air as I walked towards the locker room, the echo of my footsteps blending with the distant sounds of cheering and the rhythmic thuds of punches meeting flesh. The anticipation was palpable, a surge of energy that invigorated my every step.Inside the locker room, I shed my everyday clothes and donned my fighting attire. The fabric clung to my body, a second skin that was both comfortable and armor. I tied my hair into a tight bun, every strand secured so there would be no distractions. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, a mix of intensity and focus that I had honed over countless hours of training.As I stepped out of the locker room and walked to the fighting arena with my friends. The arena opened up before me like a coliseum of raw emotion. Two men were locked in combat, their movements a dance of power and strategy. The crowd