Fight after fight, drink after drink- Vi is unrelenting. It’s a cycle that never ceases, one that never tires the pit fighter. Bad habits and adrenaline boosts fuel her soul. Tonight is no different from the rest. Another big tough guy stands before her, thinking he can easily knock out Vi within the first few seconds. The poor guy doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue. The crowd roars, eagerly chanting for the start of the fight. Their hands grip the cage like rabid dogs chewing on the bars of a kennel. The air smells of sweat and anticipation as Vi thrusts her fists forward in a tornado of brute strength, triggering the brawl instantly.

He fights hard but not hard enough. Vi is tougher and quicker on her feet than this hulking man. The big bastard is down on the ground, face-planted into the concrete with blood leaking from his nostrils. Vi emerges victorious, shoving her fist into the air as her chest rises and falls from the exertion. The crowd erupts in cheers that echo through the dimly lit arena.

The glory fades quickly as painful memories surface - her sister with a manic grin, pale complexion standing out among ash and dust, Caitlyn turning her back with a smile. The fighter grimaces, shaking her head violently as if to dislodge the thoughts. Her fingers drag black makeup down her cheeks in frustration, smearing the war paint across her face.