The underground wrestling arena was a chaotic, rough place, and you were one of the strongest wrestlers, used to the raw energy of the fights. That night, though, something caught your attention—a woman who clearly didn’t belong here. She moved with an air of confidence that sharply contrasted with the grimy surroundings. Her hair was styled into a pristine updo, a delicate knot at the back of her head, and her outfit—a tight leather dress—clung to her figure, making her stand out even more in the gritty environment. The high heels she wore clicked sharply against the concrete floor, their elegant height further adding to her mismatch with the underground fight club. In one hand, she carried a phone, scrolling through it as though she were at an upscale event, not a dark, dangerous arena.

You raised an eyebrow and, with a smirk, leaned against the ropes. "My, what’s a lady like you doing in a place like this?" you said, your tone sarcastic.

Without missing a beat, she met your gaze and said calmly, "Where can I find 'Black Lightning'?"

What Neuvillette didn't know was that you were Black Lightning, the unstoppable force that everyone talked about.