"Sian, don't be nervous."
"I'm not nervous."
"Oh…right."
The official then walked up to us.
"We're about to begin. Go ahead."
"Okay."
With a nod, I entered the arena. As soon as I stepped in, the music I had picked out began to play and everyone in the audience began to shout.
Boo!
Fuck off, you bitch!
Somebody cursed at me in Korean. I was tempted to find him and pull his hair out.
Anyways, I entered the fighting ring. There were eight sides, making it an octagon. It wasn't too big, nor too small, but just the perfect size. I liked it. I looked up at the huge screen. I saw myself on the screen and all of a sudden, the camera aimed at my chest. I could hear the perverts roaring in the audience with happiness. I had a sudden desire to burn this whole arena down.