Monster Energy Girls: Grudge

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MILD VIOLENCE AND SUGGESTIVE THEMES.


The crowd erupted in a cacophany of cheers as the fight reached its climax. Screams flew from her opponent's mouth, accompanied by brutal crunches. Her fists slammed into her opponent's collarbones, mimicking a train plowing through a meager, rusted car. Agony coursed through the blonde's upper body when her opponent's punch connected with her upper chest, barely hitting the breasts. With her collarbones and sternum now broken, the hapless blonde fell to the Octagon floor. She barely had time to see the look of malice in her opponent's eyes before finally drifting into unconciousness, not noticing the medics rushing into the ring. 

"And Aki Ryumine wins by a full knockout! Another fighter finished with the Mark of the Beast!" A referee sprang to her side, awarding her with a UFC championship belt, entire black, with the exception of the Monster Energy Logo, colored a vivid dark green. "That's right, ladies and gentlemen! Grudge has won the UFC 'Unleash The Beast' championship! Which means she will be the first fighter in Women's UFC to become a Monster Energy Girl!" Raising the belt high above her head, Grudge made it clear to millions that she was the alpha female. And with a body like hers, it is obvious to the entire world. 

Grudge towered above most Americans at a height of 5'11, weighing in at 168 pounds. Her six-pack proved that she was truly a stranger to the Fat Acceptance movement, being a pillar of proud muscle. What warranted her nickname, however, was a gaze that would turn even Medusa to stone. Her contacts were blood red, fearfully mixing with her hazel eyes to create a stare that made even the most courageous men soil themselves. 

A man in a gray suit walked up to her, a microphone near his mouth. "Hey, Aki! Now that you will become a spokeswoman for Monster Energy Drink, what are your thoughts?" Wrapping the belt around her waist, Grudge took the microphone. Another defining trait the fighter had was a deep, raspy voice. While it made her sound like a mugger or a serial killer, her voice wasn't manly in the slightest. It was like she had come from a J-Horror movie.

"First of all...I'd just like to say something to all the feminists out there...F*ck you. You think you're so strong and independent, when you can't even handle someone calling you bossy? I was born on the mean streets of Brooklyn! I had to fight every day!" The countless scars on her body was all the proof of her struggles as a child. Aki's ghostly, pale skin was adorned with knife wounds, with 8 on her sculpted abdomen. "Schoolyard bullies told me 'Go back to China', so I sent them to the nurse's office. They even sicced their dogs on me! Didn't go too well for them. They don't call me 'Grudge' for nothin'! So if anybody thinks they're so hard and strong, come at me, bro! The Grudge is waiting for you!"

Uplifted by her tale, the crowd bellowed louder than before. Their cheering soon dissolved into a chant. "Grudge! Grudge! Grudge! Grudge! Grudge!" Aki then turned her attention to the camera, her malicious glare planted on millions of TV screens. "I'd also like to thank my fans, the J-Horrors. Doesn't matter if you're in America or Japan. Just know this: I couldn't do this without you guys. Your cheers give me the strength I need to constantly get stronger, to become faster, to become better." The camera then focused on the titan's scarred abs, much like a men's underwear commercial. "This could not have happened without you all. You are what keeps The Grudge burning!"

Out the corner of her dreadful eye, she saw something that almost made her heart leap out of her chest. A man with the same Japanese blood coursing through his veins, running into the Octagon. The admirer had a slender build with brown eyes and black hair that barely went past his chin. He had a look of unrivaled happiness on his face. "Aki! Aki!" The man looked up at her, being only 5'6. Now smiling herself, Grudge spoke into the microphone again. "And I'd like to thank my biggest fan of all, my husband! Hanzo Ryumine!" She let her free arm rest on Hanzo's shoulders. "When I'm sore from training, he comes and massages me! When I'm bruised up, he rushes to the fridge for an ice pack! And when I'm dehydrated, who comes to me with a water bottle?! THIS GUY!"

The wild cheering of the crowd was replaced with a collective "Aww", emboldened by the sight of Grudge planting a kiss on her shorter husband. Most men would be frightened by Grudge's dreadful appearance. But clearly, Hanzo saw behind her hard exterior. He was a hairdresser; he only made as much as he does because of his wife's reputation. But she saw through it all. He could have found another woman who was shorter than him and made less money, but no. Hanzo stood by her side and nurtured her through all of it. 

Giving the webcam back to the interviewer, Grudge looked her scrawny lover in the eyes. But unlike the blazing hatred that petrified most opponents, this one was a fire of passion, her canines revealed as she grinned at her the now blushing man. "And I'm going to pay you back tonight, when I 'Unleash The Beast'."