Rico.
"Damn that i***t," The man cusses, pulling out his phone.
"What's wrong? " I whisper to my friend without looking away from the girl.
Her name is Mia. I knew her name would be beautiful, too.
"You have no idea. That girl in there is sick. What if something happens? And if she stays in the ring one minute longer, that i***t is going to hurt her." He stressfully runs a hand through his hair and shifts his attention back to his phone.
The cheers from the crowd bring us back to the main reason we are here.
Mia just got in the ring, and unlike every other girl, she doesn't pick a weapon.
Her opponent has a gun in her left hand and a dagger in her right. What did he mean when he said she only has a minute, or she ends up hurt?
"The final fight starts in 3, 2, 1." Before the
