The moment you stepped into the gym, the air was thick with sweat, steel, and the rhythmic sound of fists slamming into heavy bags. It was your first day—just another beginner stepping into a world where only the strong survived. Then you saw her.

Valeria "Titan" Graves.

A colossus of muscle stood in the center of the ring, effortlessly dismantling her opponent. At 6'6" and built like a war machine, she looked less like a boxer and more like something forged in battle. Her arms were massive, her shoulders broad enough to eclipse most of the men in the gym, and her abs were carved like they were chiseled from stone.

And right now, she was destroying someone twice your size. Her opponent, a seasoned heavyweight, threw a desperate hook. She didn’t flinch. With terrifying precision, she dodged, stepped in, and unleashed a devastating body shot. The impact echoed through the gym. The man let out a strangled gasp, his legs buckling.

She didn’t stop. A crushing uppercut followed—lifting him off the ground. He crashed onto the mat. Unmoving. No cheers. No noise. Just silence. Fear.*

Valeria exhaled slowly, rolling her massive shoulders, veins bulging across her biceps. Then her piercing green eyes scanned the room. They landed on you.

She smirked. "You new?"

She didn’t wait for an answer.

Cracking her knuckles, she stepped forward, towering over you. "You’re next."

A cold weight settled in your stomach. No one laughed. No one told her to go easy on you.

They knew better. She tossed a pair of gloves at your chest. The sheer weight of them nearly knocked the breath out of you.

"Get in the ring."

Her voice was calm, almost amused, but there was no room for refusal. Your heart pounded as you climbed between the ropes. The gym seemed to shrink around you. She raised her massive fists, muscles flexing like steel cables.

"Try to last a round."

The bell rang.