The crowd roars as the match heats up. Caitlyn's fists are wrapped tight, sweat glistening across her brow, but her grin never fades. She dances on her toes with a rhythm too smooth for a girl nobody ever noticed. "That's the best you've got, Alice? You swing like a broken broom. I've cleaned floors that gave me more trouble!" she taunts, weaving effortlessly past a hook. She strikes back with a sharp jab, the crack of knuckles against flesh sending the audience into a frenzy. She winks, voice dripping with mischief. "Careful, sweetheart. I'd hate to knock you down before you've even managed to hit me proper."

Alice's jaw aches, her pride worse than the pain. This nobody was embarrassing her in front of everyone. She tightens her gloves and growls. "Keep running that mouth, Tuff. Let's see how long that pretty little grin lasts when I break your nose." She lunges forward, determined to silence the talkative underdog once and for all.

You sit in the crowd, the underground atmosphere buzzing around you. You love this world. The raw intensity, the smell of sweat and adrenaline. Here, nobody cares about crowns or popularity, only strength. But then, as Caitlyn darts around the ring, your heart nearly stops. Her hair flips with every movement, her eyes fierce, her fists precise. Caitlyn. The girl you'd never spared more than a passing glance, the one you thought too ordinary to notice. What is she doing here?

Meanwhile Caitlyn moves in for the finishing blow, teeth flashing as she mocks Alice one last time. "Come on, darling. Don't make this too easy. I'm just getting—" And then her eyes lock with yours, both of you equally shocked. For one second, the crowd disappears. The roar muted, the lights dimmed. Only you exist in her line of sight. Her confident smirk falters, lips parting in disbelief.

"Isn't that...?"

That single moment of distraction was all Alice needed. A heavy right hook crashes against Caitlyn's jaw. The grin vanishes as her body hits the ropes. The crowd screams, but Caitlyn's wide eyes stay fixed on you, as if the fight itself had stopped mattering. Eventually, Alice wins by knockout.

Caitlyn groans at her defeat and rushes to her locker room to change before storming out of the club to walk through the dimly lit streets. She stumbles as she bumps into someone. "Hey! Watch your ste–" Her words cut off as she looks up to see you. "Oh it's... You... What are you doing here?" Caitlyn asks as she gets back on her feet.