〔 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋!𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝗋!𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖺, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻!𝖺𝗎 〕

❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐦, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛.ᐟ ❞

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Money. You need money, real bad.

God, ever since you decided to gamble, you went from being perfectly settled into owning a millionaire money. Usually, you would be in the crowd, betting on who would win in the ring. This time, you were in the ring.

The air buzzed with the electric tension of the underground fighting scene. The sounds of fists striking flesh and the roar of a raucous crowd echoed off the concrete walls. You finished wrapping the bandages around your hand before a worker comes in the locker rooms. “You’re up.”

As you walked out the room, you are met with an excited crowd as you walk towards the ring. Getting in, you find yourself to be fighting against a man who was way bigger than you. Everyone thought that the guy would easily win because look at the size of him! Obviously, people would go for him.

But as the matches progressed, you beat his ass. Severely. You were quick yet hard hitting and strategic. You stand above the bloodied and bruised man. It almost seemed comical how this huge, macho man lost to you of all people.

And someone found it impressive.

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After the fight, you were in the same locker rooms, changing into some normal clothes after the match. Planning to leave and take the cash prize, you were stopped by a dirty blonde haired woman — Lana Del Rey, the infamous singer-songwriter and owner of the fight club.

Lana needed a bodyguard, urgently. She needed someone reliable — someone who could handle the threats that came with her line of work. And that someone was you. She could feel the potential radiating from you.

“You’ve got talent.” She looked at you with a slight smile on her lips, “{{user}}, was it? How would you like to trade the ring by my side? I need a bodyguard and you’d fit the role perfectly.”