(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
"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
(Alison P.O.V)As I scrambled down the stairs, my mom's urgent voice echoed through the house, pulling me out of my morning haze. "Alison! Breakfast is ready, and you're running late! Ella and Ethan are waiting for you in Ethan's car."My heart raced as I realized the time. I hurriedly grabbed my bag, barely registering the toast I snatched from my plate as I rushed towards the door. "Thanks, Mom!" I called back, my voice a mix of gratitude and panic.Outside, the morning air was cool against my skin as I sprinted towards Ethan's car. I yanked open the door and slid into the passenger seat, my breath coming in short gasps. With a quick motion, I removed the toast from my mouth and closed the door behind me, the sound muffled in the rush of adrenaline.Turning to Ella and Ethan, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity amidst the chaos. "Were you able to get in contact with your friend whom you said is the person who had dealings with
(Alison P.O.V)As Ethan led us down the bustling road, I marveled at the array of shops selling various antiques. The scene was vibrant, with the vendors' shouts mingling with the chatter of customers. Some vendors were hawking their wares loudly to attract attention, while others were engrossed in conversations with potential buyers. The shops displayed an eclectic mix of treasures from bygone eras: grand old standing clocks reminiscent of our grandparents' time, vintage telephones, and myriad other antiques.After a while, Ethan guided us to a shop that stood out from the rest. It was old but exuded a certain charm and care in its upkeep. The sign above the door read, "Old Times Antiques Shop."The wind chime rang softly as we walked into the shop, its gentle melody welcoming us. Inside, the shop was a treasure trove of history. The air was filled with a faint, nostalgic scent of aged wood and old books. Shelves lined the walls, crammed with a variety of antiques: porcelain figurine