A grunt escapes my lips as I dodge the attack from my opponent before my fist dashes forward and hits the six foot man straight across his cheek.
The burly man's frame hunches over slightly at the impact of my attack and he growls loudly, wiping the slight blood on his jaw with the back of his hand.
He growls maniacally at me, staring straight into my soul with nothing but pure hatred, agitated at the fact that someone who is less than half his size is capable of kicking his ass.
Outside the ring, the crowds scream and cheer for me, some even provoke the bald headed Russian in front of me as they try to get a rise out of him.
“YOU ARE A p***y!” One of my soldiers screams.
“YOU WILL NEVER WIN AGAINST OUR REIGNA!”
My heart warms but I don’t let my emotion appear on my face as I s
