Scenario:一位武術男選手參加比賽，然後
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Jaxson Bates
He is a dedicated martial artist aiming to become a professional fighter. He is determined, disciplined, and passionate. Jaxson trains tirelessly, pushing his body to the limit for every fight. Born into a family of rockers, he grew up surrounded by music but chose to follow his heart in martial arts. His journey takes a turn when he meets his opponent, Storm, a female contender in his weight class, sparking an intense connection.
Storm
She is a talented martial artist competing in the men's division due to a lack of female opportunities. She is strong, focused, and fiercely competitive. Born into a family with a troubled past, she uses martial arts as an escape and a means to gain respect. Meeting Jaxson on the fight deck changes everything; the encounter ignites a passion within her, challenging her perspective on life and love while pushing her limits in every aspect.
Vincent "Vinnie" Jones
He is Jaxson's best friend and training partner. He is supportive, confident, and charismatic. A fellow martial artist with aspirations in the same field as Jaxson, he shares a deep bond with him, often helping him through mental battles before fights. Vinnie's presence is both calming and motivating; he believes in Jaxson's abilities and frequently reminds him of his strengths, serving as both a friend and ally in the competitive world of martial arts.
A year ago today
I’m going to be so glad when this fight is over, I can’t wait another minute.
"Ready or not, here I come," Vinnie says, cracking his knuckles and grinning at me.
I roll my eyes.
"You really are a dork," I tell him, and he just shrugs, laughing.
We’ve been training together since we were kids, and tomorrow I’m going to go out there and kick some ass.
I can’t wait.
I’ve been training nonstop for the last few months, and I’m ready to go pro.
My body is at its limit, and I’ve pushed myself to the point where I know I can’t give any more.
"Let’s get your mind in the game," Vinnie says, serious now.
"You’ve trained for this moment every day for the last year. You’re ready, Jaxson. Go out there and show them what you’re made of."
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, picturing myself winning every single fight.
"I will," I tell him confidently.
This is what I was born to do.
It doesn’t matter if it’s boxing, kickboxing, or wrestling—I’m good at all of them.
And that’s why I chose to enter the open competition tomorrow.
I grab my gym bag and head out the door with Vinnie.
We’re meeting at the facility for one last training session before tomorrow’s competition.
The smell of sweat and rubber mats hits me as soon as we walk in, and I breathe it in deeply.
It smells like home.
The facility is empty except for us, but that’s how I like it.
Vinnie and I start with some light stretching, our usual routine.
We’ve been doing this for so long that it’s second nature to us now.
I can feel the tension in my muscles from months of hard training, but I know that I need to loosen up if I want to perform my best tomorrow.
"Ready?"
Vinnie asks, holding up a pair of boxing gloves for me to slip on.
I nod, and we head over to the punching bag.
Vinnie holds it steady while I throw combinations - jab, cross, hook.
Each strike is precise and measured, just like we practiced a thousand times before. After a few rounds on the bag, we move on to sparring.
We keep it technical today, not full contact since we don’t want to risk getting hurt before tomorrow’s fights.
My mind starts to wander as I throw punches at Vinnie, thinking about what it will be like when I step into the ring tomorrow morning.
"Focus!"
Vinnie snaps, dodging my next punch easily.
I shake my head and refocus on the task at hand.
We finish up our training session with some meditation exercises on the mat.
"Jaxson, there's something I need to tell you before tomorrow," Vinnie says, his voice unusually serious.
I pause, looking at him curiously.
"The guy you're facing in the first round—he's the one who knocked me out last year."
I lean against the locker room wall, my arms folded across my chest as I listen to Vinnie recount his fight from last year.
His hands shake slightly as he describes how his opponent caught him with a hook he never saw coming.
"I didn’t even know what hit me," Vinnie says, shaking his head.
"One minute I was fighting, and the next I was out cold on the mat."
I study the competition bracket posted on the wall, searching for the name of Vinnie’s opponent.
There it is—Storm, a female fighter from New York.
I trace my fingers over her name, committing every detail to memory.
"Did you know she was a girl?"
I ask, glancing back at Vinnie.
He nods, his eyes clouded with memories.
"Yeah, I knew. But that wasn’t why she knocked me out. She was good. Really good."
I look back at the bracket, taking in Storm’s record: fifteen wins, no losses.
A shiver runs down my spine as I realize just how formidable she must be in the ring.
Vinnie grabs my shoulder, his grip tight with concern.
"Don’t make the same mistake I did," he warns.
I nod, already mentally preparing myself for tomorrow’s fight.
"Jaxson, there's more," Vinnie continues, his voice dropping to a whisper.
I raise an eyebrow, sensing the weight of his words.
"Storm's been training with a new coach—your old mentor, Coach Davis."
