Ep.01
519 Words
“Emmalyn’s POV”
I was inside a cage. Well, it wasn’t an ordinary cage. I was inside a fighter cage wearing my favorite black colored fighter outfit.
A 7-year-long man was towering in front of me while his fingers were buried inside of my blonde hair.
I heard people with unfamiliar voices cheering for me. I smirked mischievously and elevated my head while directing a cold gaze towards the man before throat punching him.
At the suddenness of the event, the man fell on the floor.
“And, here comes the Terror Clark’s last movie,” the host yelled on top of his voice as I took the position for the latest knock move.
‘Terror Clark’ yeah, that’s what others address me in the underground world.
I stomped on his groin and turned him on his stomach. I sat my knees on his back and skillfully slipped my hand under both his arms.
With all the force, I inserted my fingers inside his mouth, down from his arms, and pulled him back, stretching his lips.
That was my signature move in the field of mixed martial arts.
I heard a bone-breaking sound from the back of his neck as he growled in pain, “ahhh.”
Promptly, the referee blew the whistle.
“And the winner is the goddess of martial arts, Terror Clark,” the host announced my name while the referee held my hand and lifted it up in the air.
This was my world. Inside the cage, I was a different girl; a girl that no one knew about. Once I wore my fighter suit, I lost mercy on the one fighting against me.
I never cared about anything other than winning.
As the cage opened, I started walking step by step down from the cage along the walkway to the group of gang members who were waiting for me.
“Woah, that was great.”
“I couldn’t help but laugh at seeing the man’s condition.”
“Wow, Clark! What do you eat to get all that strength?”
As I kept marching, I heard people’s compliments and whistles. Applauses and screams. This was my world, where I lived freely and loved to be.
“Congrats babe.” Maya grabbed me for a hug as I reached him.
“That was awesome.” Micheal gave me a high-five when I pulled free from Maya.
They were my biggest support. Maya was my best friend, while Micheal was her boyfriend and the leader of the city’s most wanted mafia gang.
Due to my excellent performance, Micheal gave me a higher position in the gang, but I never attempted to do illegal work.
Drug dealing and other things outside of the country’s laws were handling Micheal while I was alleged to be the wiper; eliminating enemies in my own way.
“There’s a deal waiting for you,” Micheal spoke in his flirtatious tone while winking at me.
“Bring it on darling,” I replied while gasping for air as I was exhausted after knocking down a man who probably weighed 190 pounds.
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