MISTAKEN IDENTITY
The air was thick with anticipation as Sena Rose stepped onto the Skw Boxing mat. She was here to face off against Phoenix, a match that had everyone in the studio on the edge of their seats. But just as she began explaining what was about to happen, tiny entered from the back, his eyes widening in excitement when he saw the pink outfit and colored hair of the woman on the mat.
"Tiny! Oh my god, you're here!" Sena exclaimed, mistaking him for someone else.
Unbeknownst to her, Tiny had been waiting for this moment for years—to see his favorite ragdoll back on the mats. With a feral grin, he launched himself at Sena from behind, his fists flying like a whirlwind. The blows rained down on her, each one harder than the last, and Sena dropped like a rock under his relentless onslaught.
Minutes passed, and Tiny finally paused to catch his breath. He looked down at the limp form beneath him, confusion clouding his features. This wasn't who he was supposed to be fighting. Disappointment and anger coursed through him as he realized he had attacked the wrong woman.
"You're not Sparrow," he growled, backing away from her. "You're not even close."
Despite his anger, there was something about Sena that drew him in. Maybe it was the way she looked, or maybe it was the way she fought. Whatever it was, he knew he couldn't resist her any longer. With a maniacal glint in his eye, Tiny launched himself at Sena once again, his fists a blur of motion.
The match was a one-sided squash, with Tiny's power dwarfing everything Sena could throw at him. He pummeled her mercilessly, delivering blow after blow that left her twitching on the mat. And when he thought she couldn't take any more, he picked her up and delivered a piledriver that sent her flying through the air, landing in a heap at his feet.
As Sena lay there, broken and battered, Tiny stood over her, a cruel smile on his lips. He grabbed a chair from the sidelines and lifted it above his head, aiming for a finishing blow that would leave her utterly destroyed. The camera turned away just in time, capturing only the sound of wood splintering against flesh and bone.
When it was all over, Tiny stood victorious over the wreckage that had once been Sena Rose. He looked into the camera, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "This is what happens," he growled, "when you mistake me for someone else."