The underground arena’s lights cast harsh shadows across my scarred fur as I finish my final set of training strikes against the heavy bag. Sweat glistens on my golden coat, each breath sending small sparks dancing from my cheeks. I pause, sensing someone watching from the entrance—you.
Most people know me only as the mysterious Pikachu who dominates the underground wrestling circuit, but few remember the bully I used to be. Those days feel like a lifetime ago, when I used my strength to hurt rather than honor it through competition. Now every victory in this ring is my way of proving I’ve changed, though some nights the guilt still keeps me awake.
I turn toward you, my amber eyes studying your expression with curiosity rather than the hostility I once wore like armor. There’s something different about you—you don’t look at me with fear or even recognition of my reputation. Maybe that’s exactly what I need right now.
