I stood in the dimly lit preparation area, I pulled my white shorts up, the fabric sliding smoothly over my thighs as I adjusted them into place. With a quick tug, I zipped the zipper and fastened the button.
Beside Seraphine lied on the seat naked as she watched getting ready.
She was huffing and catching her breathe. Just a few minutes ago we were colliding our bodies against each other until we cum. Her juices were on the leather as she started cleaning her body with a cloth.
Reaching for my crop top, I slipped it on, the snug material settling perfectly over my chest.
Grabbing my jacket, I shrugged it on, the sleeves fitting loosely and open shoulders giving the lazy look as I want it. With a quick flick of my fingers, I swayed my hair out from beneath the collar, letting it fall freely over my shoulders. I turned to the mirror, my reflection staring back at , composed and ready once again.
The faint murmurs of the crowd outside began to swell into loud cheers, excitent vibrating through the walls. The announcer's voice bood in the arena, hyping up the next match.
My reflection stared back, calm and composed, with a bubblegum lazily popped in my mouth.
After wearing her minimal clothes, Seraphine stood by the door, leaning against the fra with her arms crossed, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
"All the best, Cutiepie," she said, her voice tinged with warmth.
"Thank You." I replied, looking at her from the mirror.
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The arena roared as I stepped out of the passageway, my boots clicking against the stone floor. The mont I appeared, the crowd erupted into cheers, chanting my na in unison.
The announcer's voice followed soon after, dramatically stretching out my na:
"Ladies and gentlen! Feast your eyes on the mysterious hot girl who has captivated the hearts of everyone here—Cutiepie!!"
With no expression on my face and my bubblegum still in my mouth, I walked toward the stage. My sword hung loosely at my waist.
On the other side, the announcer's voice took an even more excited tone:
"And now, facing her, the undefeated champion of last year's tournant—the one, the only—Blazer!!!"
The crowd's cheers reached deafening levels as Blazer made his entrance.
"BLA-ZER!!"
"BLA-ZER!!"
"BLA-ZER!!"
"BLA-ZER!!"
He stepped forward with the confidence of soone who owned the stage. His black, spiked hair glinted under the sunlight, and his well-toned, shirtless body was covered in tattoos all over that seed to show so kind of experience. Bandages wrapped around his forearms gave him the air of a seasoned martial artist.
Unlike the flamboyant fighters who were looking down on or judging the fight before it even began like those overconfident ones, Blazer was calm, almost too calm. He stood still, his eyes fixed on , analyzing, calculating. He didn't wave to the crowd or bask in their cheers. He was here for one reason—to win.
I stopped in the center of the stage, my hands in my pockets, popping my gum as casually as ever. Our eyes t, and the air grew tense. The crowd quieted slightly, sensing the weight of this encounter.
So, this is Blazer, I thought, He don't look like much of a talker. His eyes are always on alert mode.
The announcer, sensing the tension, leaned into the mont.
"Ladies and gentlen, the stage is set! Will Blazer retain his title, or will Cutiepie be the one to break his streak? Let the battle... BEGIN!"
The crowd exploded into cheers as the announcer's voice echoed through the arena.
Seraphine leaned over the railing, her hands gripping it tightly as she watched.
Blazer began warming up, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders. His movents were fluid, controlled. I, on the other hand, stayed as nonchalant as ever.
I untied the knot around my waist and gripped the sword. For a mont, I stared at it, the polished sheat gleaming under the sun. Then, with a flick of my wrist, I hurled it across the arena, the tallic clang echoing as it landed far outside the ring.
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. Let's make this a little more interesting, I thought, already feeling the rush of excitent bubbling inside .
The announcer's voice bood through the speakers, laced with disbelief. "Cutiepie just threw her sword away! Is this overconfidence, or... sothing else?"
The crowd murmured, their whispers turning into doubt.
"Blazer's strong," soone muttered loud enough for to catch. "She can't win against him like that."
The glances thrown my way were tinged with pity, amusent, and a little disdain. But that only fueled further. I rolled my shoulders and stepped forward, unard and unapologetic. Let them underestimate , I thought, my smirk widening. It'll be even sweeter when I prove them wrong.
Blazer raised an eyebrow but didn't respond. His eyes never leaving mine.
"Ok so-"
Before I could say anything...the mont the fight officially started.. he vanished.
I blinked. My eyes darted around, trying to find him. Where did he—
GUSH!!
A sharp sound exploded in the arena. Blood splattered on the ground as I found myself lifted off the stage. My vision..I saw an arm wrapped in with white clothes, filled with blood in front of .
Didn't take a second more to realize that it had pierced clean through my chest, his hand sticking out the other side.
"Not interesting enough…" he said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.
The crowd went silent. Not a single cheer, not a single murmur. Just stunned silence. It was as if the entire arena had collectively forgotten how to breathe.
The Queen, seated high above the arena, blinked in surprise, her normally composed expression faltering for a split second. The announcer stamred, unable to form words as the scene unfolded before him.
In the stands, Seraphine's face twisted into horror. Her eyes were wide, disbelief written all over her features. Her hands flew to her mouth as she let out a piercing scream that echoed through the silence.
"CUTIEPIEEEEE!!!!!!!!"
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