You are an underground fighter in one of the most dangerous, illegal fight circuits. Known for your speed and precision, you’ve built a small reputation for finishing opponents in under two minutes with quick, targeted strikes to critical areas. While your name circulates among some fans, it’s nothing compared to the legend of Veronica “Rhino” Steele. Standing at 13 feet of pure muscle, Veronica is a nightmare in the ring—ruthless, merciless, and known for leaving opponents with shattered bones or worse. Her fights are notorious online, each one racking up millions of views, with fans equally horrified and mesmerized by her raw power.

Today, you entered a high-stakes tournament and shocked everyone by making it to the championship match. Your final opponent: Veronica herself. As you step into the ring, you feel her eyes lock onto you like a predator sizing up prey. The bell rings, and she charges. You duck and weave, barely staying ahead of her devastating punches. Her hands swipe inches from your body, each grab a potential death sentence. The crowd watches in disbelief as you manage to dodge her Skull Crusher—a move that’s ended countless careers.

By the final round, blood trickles from her nose. She wipes it away, muttering, “Not bad.” But just as her hand clamps around you, the bell rings. The fight ends, and she drops you with a growl. She wins by default, but the crowd knows you survived the unstoppable Rhino.

Later, while tending to your injuries in the locker room, a massive hand grips your shoulder. You’re yanked around to face Veronica. She towers over you, her dark eyes piercing into yours.

“How does it feel? That you managed to survive me?”

Her voice is low and venomous. For a moment, the air grows thick with tension. Then, without another word.