"Boys, drag that Black girl up here."
Mason Clark sneered at her.
"I just came for my appointment, sir."
"Wearing another man's belt, calling it yours." Mason yanked her belt up. "Leon Archer. Whose belt did you steal?"
"My grandfather's. But I earned mine."
"A little Black girl in a black belt. She lies without blinking. Fine. Fight us. Win, we kneel and apologize. Lose, and you'll regret walking in, idiot."
Sixty people laughed. Jake Dawson clapped. Mason seized her gi and tore the shoulder open. The rip carried to the back row. Luke Riley threw her belt in the trash.
"Chloe, start the livestream. Let's see her without that costume." Mason shoved her. "Let's go, sweetheart."
Phones recording. Nobody stood up.
Gianna Archer lifted her head. A calm smile crossed her face.
"If you insist."
That smile was the only warning they got.
Have you ever watched someone get laughed at, stripped of everything they had, and then end it in fourteen silent seconds?