The rhythmic footfalls drowned out the motorized sound of treadmill. A machine beeped and flashed with vital statistics, from the wires that were hooked to various parts of her body. The news was on in the background and with each words that caught her attention, the steady beat of her heart would jump and she would run a bit faster.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œMs. Ramiel, what do you have to say about this allegations of drug use?â€ the reporter asked, the mic had been thrust into her face. <br/><br/>â€œAt this time Ms. Ramiel and I will hold comments until the investigation is complete. The truth will come out and then we will all be able to put this behind us,â€ her manager Miguel Ramos. <br/><br/>â€œThe evidence so far is stacked against her. I mean she was the top competitor to be the next champion of the known universe. Now, she has been disgraced and all of her wins are in question. All of the winnings, her house, her life could all be ruined. Why not speak? Why not tell your side of the story?â€ the reporter followed them as they tried to fight their way through the crowd to her waiting transport.<br/><br/>â€œWe are going to let the evidence speak for itself. Ms. Ramiel has always fought with honor and integrity, it will come out in the end. Thank you, no more questions please,â€ Miguel said as they made it to the transport, entered and left. </span><br/><br/>That was this morning and the Media was eating it up, like sharks to the smell of blood. Tora was not sure what she would do, all she knew was that she was pissed. This was her life, her whole life and all that she wanted was to fight. To compete and to be the best that there was, now....now....<br/><br/>Even the thought of all that she worked for caused such, rage, anger and fear. Fear that she would lose everything, her purpose in life and would be....<br/><br/>The anger spiked, the monitor on her heart began to go insane, her legs and arms pumped faster and faster until the machine could not take it. Smoke, sparks and then the belt stopped all together, which caused Tora to stumble and crash through the front of it onto the floor. All of the noise and commotion drew the attention of her manager, who arrived just in time to see Tora heft the broken machine and throw it through the window of the highrise apartment she called home.<br/><br/>There she stood among the shattered glass, eyes hard and possessed of the rage that nearly consumed her. A breeze blew through and caught strands of her hair, whipped them into her face, which she choose to ignore. The media bot that had been stalking her for days flew by the window, the flashing red light over its lens a clear indicator that it had likely recorded her outburst.<br/><br/>All she did was stare at the camera, as of to challenge it, to challenge the world to come and say to her face that she was some liar. She would cram the truth so far down their throat they would choke on the lies before she made them swallow their own teeth. Without a ring to contain her, the world would be a sorry place.