Mystery of the Rejected Alpha

"Jenna! Jenna!". Loud cheers filled the air immediately the lights returned in the stadium.

It was a boxing match with hundreds of spectator having their gaze fixed on the fighting ring.

Two teen girls on boxing gloves could be seen jogging in the ring exchanging punches, a blonde and a brunette.

The blonde launched a punch at the other but she blocked it with fist and they took few steps back.

The female Referee was on black and white T shirt was attentive as she moved around the boxers.

They brunette dashed at the blonde launching a punch at her face but she blocked it and they grabbed each other tightly.

"Let her go, break!".The Referee screamed and intervened breaking them apart, the girls let go of each other and moved at opposite direction.

"Fight”. She announced in accordance to the bell sound and they resumed jogging at a spot.

"Jenna!".The crowd resumed their cheer.

"Go for her".

"She's a piece of sh*t".

"You can do this Jenna".

The blonde girl immediately pulled at the brunette who was more ready as she dodged swiftly, she turned to hit her but the blonde was fast already send a punch into her tooth.

The brunette dropped to the ground and the crowd rose to their feet as the Referee began countdown but she couldn't get up.

"You can do this Xayne, get the hell up!".The Referee encouraged looking into her eyes, her vision was blurry already and her lip bleed because of the punch.

The countdown was to ten, Xayne watched the Referee stare at her again and again while the blonde moved around with each step of confidence and victory.

All that the brunette heard was the echoing bell sound of the bell mixed with the loud cheer of the spectators.

"Jenna! Jenna!".They hailed as she raised her fist up in victory.

The medical team entered into the ring with a stretcher and put her on the it.

She groaned softly closing her eyes and they carried her out.

That was Xayne Cruz, The eighteen year old boxer who is hell bent on winning at least one match but that is always impossible.

"I warned you to reduce your aggression in the ring?". A Man said following after the team who dropped her.

"I'm fine". Xayne said and she rose up from the stretcher.

The men helped her up and she took a bottle of water from one.

"Can you actually hear me Xayne?". The Man inquired as he stood at akimbo.

"You're a hell of a fvcking Manager?” She cursed and she turned to him.

"Aggression Xayne, it’s eating you up”. He said.

"I respect your talks Mr. Martin but where were you when the crowd screamed Jenna like their lives depended on it".

"Because she earned it and you have to”. He said with a wide stare.

"You call that aggression, isn’t that the aim, knock the fvck outta your damn opponent".

"You can't control yours Xayne, you lose control and she seizes that opportunity always". Mr. Martin said.

"You blame me now?”

"That's not what i meant?”

"i totally get it and I’m fvcking down with you,Shitty Manager”. She cursed picking her jacket.

"Xayne you have to rethink.........."

"There's nothing to rethink, Goodnight Manager". Xayne said and walked away.

She stopped at the restroom and pushed the door open.

Her eyes popped on hearing soft moan.

It was two couple who were probably spectators at the match kissing passionately.

"Does this place actually look like home?". She asked and they turned to her in shock.

They let out a creepy smile as they found they way out.

"Hush!". She said and kicked the door closed.

Xayne leaned against the wall with eyes closed as her defeat replayed in her memory.

She roared angrily hitting the mirror of which caused it to crack.

With bleeding hand she left the restroom walking down the hallway.

Her phone buzzed but she ignored the call and she continued moving.

"Hey loser". She heard a voice and turned to see a group of girls.

They giggled and they purposely walked out of sight increasing her anger.

Xayne clenched her fist and made to take a step but quickly hid behind the wall hearing the voices of another group of girls.