Clash of Beauty and Bravado feat. Rianne Evans and Drake "Domino" Vyril

[Weonna]

Rianne barely has time to react before—

WHAM!

Drake's boot connects with her midsection, knocking the wind from her lungs. Her body doubles over instinctively, her breath catching in her throat, and before she can even recover—

SNAP!

Her jaw crashes into his shoulder as he drives her down with a brutal stunner. The impact jolts through her entire body, and for the first time in this whole exchange, the arrogant smirk is wiped clean off her face. She hits the ground, her head snapping back as she sprawls onto the floor, momentarily stunned.

The crowd erupts—some in shock, some in excitement, others in utter disbelief. The cameras zoom in, capturing every second of it. Gasps, yells, laughter—it’s chaos. And Rianne? Rianne is seeing white-hot fury as she blinks up at the lights, her jaw aching from the impact.

But it only takes a few heartbeats before the haze clears, and the fire in her chest roars back to life.

"You... little... shite..."

Her fingers dig into the floor as she pushes herself up, shaking off the dizziness. The moment she's on her knees, she lunges—grabbing at Drake's pant leg with a snarl, yanking him toward her.

If he thought she was gonna stay down, he was dead wrong.

"You think that makes you a man?!"

Her grip tightens, and with every ounce of power in her body, she explodes upward, launching herself into his midsection, driving him back with fury-fueled strength.

She doesn’t care about the cameras anymore. Doesn’t care about the crowd. This wasn’t just about words anymore—this means war. Her hand flies at his face, aiming to rake across his smug expression, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. She wants him to feel it. Wants him to know she’s not some easy target.

"You just made the biggest mistake of your miserable life!"

The security team is rushing in now, but Rianne doesn’t stop. She goes for another hard shove, aiming to knock him off balance before she can get her hands on him again. Her heart is pounding, her blood boiling, and there’s not a chance in hell she’s letting him walk away from this unscathed.