(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 out of the house. We almost came out of the house when we heard a squeak and turned to see that Ella bumped into a table and almost broke the vase but managed to save it at the last minute the vase. She smiled at us sheepishly, and we shook our heads at her clumsiness. We sighed in relief when we all walked out of the house and closed the door after us.
Ella and I looked at each other and giggled silently, while Ethan just shook his head at us with a chuckle, who had known that sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night could be so much fun. We all sit inside the car and drive to the lowest area of our city. It only takes us an hour to get there. We parked in the shadowed area and walked towards the person waiting for us outside the building.
“Hi, Robbin, long time, no see buddy,” Ethan said to the bulky man standing in front of us.
“Yeah, it's been a long time, I have been busy lately that's why I wasn’t able to come and visit you, and who is these beautiful ladies with you?” a bulky man or Robbin asks while shaking hands with Ethan.
“Oh, this is my sister Ella and my friend Roxy, the one who I talked about with you,” Ethan introduced us with the name I have chosen to go within the underworld.
“Oh, the girl, who wants to join the street fighting?” Robbin asks.
“Yes,” Ethan said while nodding at him.
“Can this cheek even fight?” Robbin asks him while looking me up and down, judging me weather I can stand my ground or not. I open my mouth to say something, but Ethan beats me to it.
“Don’t judge the book by its cover dude, she can even take Robert down,” Ethan said with a cocky smile.
“No way,” Robbin said while shaking his head at him.
“Who is Robert?” I ask them.
“One of the best fighters in this area,” Ethan said to me.
“However, I highly doubt that you can take Robert down,” he said while smirking at me.
“Well, we wouldn’t know until we try, right?” I ask while smirking at him.
“True,” he said with a smile on his face.
“Well, won’t you introduce him to us properly, brother?” Ella asks him.
“Right, Roxcy, Ella, this is my friend, Robbin, he is used to be a referee in all the fights, but he left after getting married. He knew lots of things about the underworld and can help us with lots of things here,” Ethan said to us.
“So, how does one enter in the street fighting?” I ask him.
“First, you have to register your name or a nickname in the books if you are new in this world, and if you have already entered in this world, then you have to give the name of the fighting street you used to fight before. Then you have to sign the fighter list. There are four categories of fighters B, A, S, and S+. S and S+ are for the highest categories of the fighter and the category where the fighter earned the highest price/awards. The newcomers start with the B category. Only experienced and strong fighters can directly enter into S and S+ categories,” Robbin explains to us.
“Is there any fastest way to get into the highest categories?” I ask him.
“No, I don’t think so. If you want to reach there faster, then you have to fight as many matches as you can, I guess,” Robbin said with a shrug of his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, Roxcy. I know it won’t take you much time to climb the highest category,” Ethan said while smiling assuringly at me.
“Shall we walk inside the building?” Robbin asks, and we nod our heads at him and then walk inside the building when two bouncers stop us and ask for the password.
“Stolen,” Robbin said to them, and they moved aside to let us enter inside the building.
“The password to enter the building changes every day. Once you register yourself, you will receive a message for the password every day. I hope you have another sim card or mobile no with you, for this purpose and for safety reasons.” Robbin asked me, and I nodded my head at him.
The place is crowded, the fighters and spectators crowded around the ring where two guys were in the middle of a brawl, and I feel Ella grabbing my hand and squeezing it in fear while trying to get as close as she can, as we inside the crowd.
After the fight, Robbin guides us to the table where we have to register and sign up for the fight. The register forwarded me the book where I had to write my name, age, mobile no, and signature.
“Now, all you have to do is wait for your name to be called,” Robbin said, and then we all back near to the boxing ring to wait for my turn to come.
(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
(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 mo
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
"Say it again. What did you say just now? I think I have heard something wrong," Ethan said while glaring at him."No, you heard right. It was me who arranged this fight," Robin said. Ethan was going to punch him again, but Ella and I stopped him."Don't get me wrong, I didn't do it to hurt her. I did it for her good," Robin said while massaging his jaw."What do you mean?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. "I don't understand how me almost getting killed by my opponent is for my good.""Didn't you say that you wanted to join the street fighting to repay your father's debt?" Robin asked."Yes, so?" I replied."Every once in five years, these street fighting clubs arrange competitions between their best fighters and the best fighters of other clubs. The rewards they provide to the winners are also huge. It is the easiest way to earn more money if you want to repay your debt as soon as possible. Just look at the amount you win in this fight. It is much larger than you normally earn," R
(Alison's Point of View)"Ella, do you really want to participate in this competition? We can find another way to repay your father's debts if you want. Even though Robin said if any sponsor bothered you, we would find a way to deal with him, I can't help but worry about you," Ella said, her worries evident in her voice."I know you are worried about me, Ella, but we don't have any choice. We are running out of time," I replied with a smile that did not reach my eyes."You know, you can always ask for help from us," Ethan interjected."If it was just a small amount of money, I wouldn't have worried about it and would have asked you guys for help. But it's not. It's a huge amount," I said with a sigh, massaging my head."Just how much money did your father owe him, anyway?" Ella asked, clearly annoyed with the situation."Two million five hundred thousand dollars," I whispered, but they still heard it."What?" Ella and Ethan yelled in unison."Truth be told, it was $1,500,000, but the