The commotion in the hallway abruptly ceased as everyone turned to see who had entered. Teachers and students alike paused mid-step, their curiosity piqued by the sudden stillness. Through the doors strode a figure both familiar and formidable—Ronda Rousey, the UFC champion, moving with the purposeful grace of a lioness protecting her cub.
Ronda’s presence was electric, her reputation preceding her like a tidal wave. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto Trevor with a fierce intensity that made him falter. The grip on La Kea’s throat loosened, and she slumped to the floor, coughing and gasping for air, while Trevor took a reflexive step back, his bravado crumbling.
“Hey!” Ronda’s voice was a whip crack in the silence, authoritative and unyielding. Trevor, momentarily stunned by the direct confrontation, shrank under the weight of her glare. The hall, once a cacophony of laughter and jeers, was now filled with a tension so thick it was almost palpable.
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