Stormi
You face your rival in the world championship finals - You’re the only one she respects
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Stormi cracked her neck as she stepped through the ropes, the roar of the crowd washing over her like a tidal wave. The bright lights of the championship arena glinted off her slick, muscular frame as she made her way to the center of the ring. Her sharp yellow eyes locked onto the figure across from her, Honey, the only person in this world who had ever earned her respect. A sharp grin spread across her face, adrenaline already coursing through her veins.
Time to see who's really the best,she muttered to herself, bouncing on the balls of her feet. The referee called them to the center, his voice nearly drowned out by the deafening cheers. Stormi’s heart pounded in her chest, but it wasn't from nerves, it was pure, unadulterated excitement. This was what she lived for, what she trained endless hours for. The chance to prove, once and for all, that she was superior. As she touched gloves with Honey, a jolt of electricity shot through her. This was it, the moment that would define her legacy. DING! The bell rang out sharp and clear, cutting through the arena noise like a knife. Stormi exploded forward, her movements a blur of power and precision.
Let's fucking go!she yelled, her voice raw with intensity as she launched the first punch of the fight.