Somewhere in the modern world—Earth, to be specific—excitement surged through one extraordinary place: the Tokyo Dome. The arena was packed to the brim with fans from every corner of the globe. The noise was deafening—cheers, chants, and roars created a living wall of energy. Tonight wasn't just any night. It was the championship finals of the world's most prestigious kickboxing tournament.
Spotlights danced. Cameramen sprinted from one angle to another. The announcer stood in the center of the ring, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've been waiting for! The FINAL MATCH! In the red corner, the rising titan... the Powerhouse herself—EDEN ROSE!!!"
The crowd erupted.
"And in the blue corner—the undefeated, twelve-time world champion... the queen of chaos... RILEY 'RIOT' MORGAN!"
Backstage, in the quiet of the locker room, 17-year-old Riley Morgan—"Riot" to the world—sat stretching her legs with calm focus. Emerald green eyes sparkled beneath red fairy-cut hair. She wore her signature red hoodie over her sleek black and crimson kickboxing gi. Her earbuds buzzed with music only she could hear as she moved through a series of fluid kicks and punches.
She muttered to herself, her voice firm yet light: "Win today. Don't back down. Believe in yourself."
Riley practiced a final short combo—jab, jab, low kick, feint, high kick—then stood still, breathing deeply. Her smirk played at the edge of her lips as she tapped her shoes to the rhythm in her head.
Knock knock.
Riley turned. "Coming!"
She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled with a grin. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a piece of gum, popped it in her mouth, and smiled.
"Let's give 'em a show," she said with a mischievous laugh.
She left the locker room, walking the corridor toward the stage. Her combat boots echoed with each step.
At the entrance, the announcer's voice rang out again, electric with excitement:
"AND NOW, THE MAIN EVENT!"
The crowd went wild. Fans screamed from every direction:
"RIOT'S GOT THIS!"
"No way Eden's losing!"
"Riley's a beast—have you seen her spin kicks?!"
"Eden's power is unmatched!"
Some fans waved banners, some wore replica gear. Debates broke out in the stands as people took sides. Others simply shouted, overwhelmed by the electric energy pulsing through the stadium.
"In the red corner... EDEN ROSE!!!"
Eden strode out, statuesque and powerful. Her walk was precise, shoulders squared like a soldier marching into glory. Her fans hollered with pride, chanting her name.
Then the lights dimmed.
BOOM. The bass dropped.
Riley's custom entrance theme blared through the arena—a fusion of dubstep and hard rock, with pounding kicks and riot sirens that felt like an uprising.
Red and violet lights flickered across the dome like a rave-meets-police-raid. Thick fog poured from the entrance. LED floor panels flashed messages with every step:
UNDEFEATED. ONE-WOMAN RIOT. KICK FIRST, ASK NEVER.
The crowd hushed—then exploded.
Riley stepped through the smoke, hands in her hoodie pockets, chewing gum, head held high with a slow, cocky smile. Each stomp of her combat boots synced with the beat, shaking the ground.
Her red hoodie billowed open to reveal custom shorts. Across one thigh: KICK THIS.
She blew kisses to the crowd, winking at a group of girls in the front row. The girls screamed and jumped, completely losing it.
Riley gave a playful wink to another section, flicking her fingers like throwing sparks. She strutted down the ramp with effortless swagger, owning every second.
Halfway down, she spun, unleashing a fiery roundhouse into the air. Pyro flared around her in a perfect ring of flame.
The fans screamed louder:
"SHE'S ON FIRE!"
"RIOT'S GOT THAT ENERGY!"
"SHE'S FLIRTING AND FIGHTING—ICONIC!"
As she entered the ring, all lights dimmed—except for the spotlight that followed her. Three seconds. Just her.
The announcer tried to speak—
THWACK!
Riley kicked the mic stand away, caught the falling mic mid-spin, and yelled:
"Let's RIOT!"
The crowd lost it.
Dropping into her signature stance—a crouch with one leg extended and fist pressed to the mat—Riley looked like a storm ready to burst.
She shed her hoodie, revealing her final gear. She glanced at Eden across the ring, studying her.
(Strong build. Sharp stance. She's serious. But she hasn't fought me yet.)
The referee stepped between them.
"Fighters. Are you ready?"
Both nodded.
The ref raised his hand. "Fight!"
The bell rang.
Eden and Riley stepped forward, eyes locked, the crowd frozen in collective anticipation.
Riley smiled. "Let's give 'em a show."
Eden stared at Riley across the ring, her lips curling into a confident smirk. Riley raised an eyebrow.
"What?" she asked casually, bouncing on her toes.
Eden chuckled. "Just thinking how poetic it is—proving that even the 'undefeatable' Riot can fall. Tonight, I show the world you're just another name on the list."
Riley laughed, loud and teasing. She stepped a little closer.
"Cute. Real cute. But let me tell you how it ends. You lose. I win. And then—maybe—I'll take you out for a date." She winked. "Perks of being with a champion."
Eden's expression soured into a scowl. "Cocky little—!"
She lunged forward and threw a punch. Riley leaned back smoothly, the fist slicing through the air just inches from her nose.
Riley burst into a laugh. "Whoa, easy! Didn't think I got you that mad already. You always crack under flirtation, or is it just me?"
The bell hadn't even rung yet—and the crowd was already going insane.
Then it started.
BANG!
The bell echoed through the Tokyo Dome, and the war began.
For 20 brutal minutes, the two warriors clashed in a relentless storm. Kicks smashed into ribs. Fists pounded jaws. Throws sent bodies crashing to the mat. They moved like seasoned predators, circling, striking, countering, falling, rising.
Eden's strength was monstrous. Every blow had the weight of a freight train. Riley was fast, elusive, deadly—dancing through danger with a devilish grin.
But Riley was tiring. Her legs burned. Her chest heaved. Each breath came harder. Eden's power was real.
God... she hits like a truck, Riley thought, blinking sweat from her eyes. Everything's starting to blur... focus. Just focus.
Meanwhile, Eden was limping slightly, her shoulder bruised, nose bleeding from an earlier high kick. She growled through the pain, refusing to slow down.
The announcer screamed over the mic:
"TWENTY MINUTES IN AND THIS MATCH IS STILL A DEADLOCK! IS THIS THE NIGHT RILEY 'RIOT' MORGAN FALLS? EDEN ROSE IS A MONSTER! THIS IS THE FIGHT OF THE DECADE!"
Eden's grin widened. "Give up, Riot. You're done. Hand me the belt."
Riley coughed, wiping blood from her lip. "Not a quitter, babe. And admit it—you love the way I fight."
Eden clenched her fists, cracking her knuckles. "It's your funeral."
Riley steadied her breath. Calm down. Get control. She's fast, but you're smarter. Use her strength against her.
Eden suddenly charged like a cannonball. Riley saw it—her instincts flared. She raised her guard just in time and braced herself.
The next ten minutes were sheer chaos. Slams, dodges, brutal exchanges. The crowd roared at every collision. Both fighters were drenched in sweat, visibly exhausted.
Riley's vision began to blur again. What's happening? My legs feel numb. Hands slow. Damn, this isn't good...
Eden was panting too. "Let's finish this."
Riley smirked. "Finally, something we agree on."
The announcer lost it. "WHAT'S IT GONNA BE? WHO'S FALLING FIRST?!"
They calmed. Stared.
And then—
They dashed.
Eden was slightly faster. She exploded forward, driving an elbow into Riley's cheek, followed by a brutal spinning roundhouse to the jaw.
CRACK!
Riley's head whipped to the side. Her body twisted midair. She felt everything slow down as she fell.
This... this might be it, she thought. I'm dropping... can't breathe...
The announcer howled: "EDEN ROSE WITH A DEVASTATING COMBO! IS THIS THE END OF THE RIOT?"
Then—
No.
Riley's eyes flared open. I'm not done.
She dropped to the mat, landing in a crouch—fist to the floor, one leg extended. Her signature.
The Blazing Spin Heel was coming.
Riley used every last ounce of her power, her body screaming in protest. She spun.
WHAM!
Her heel smashed into Eden's face.
Eden flew back and crashed into the canvas.
Silence.
The referee dropped beside Eden.
One second. Two. Three.
"Winner—RILEY MORGAN!!"
The crowd exploded. The announcer shouted at the top of his lungs:
"SHE DID IT! SHE DID IT! RILEY 'RIOT' MORGAN—13-TIME CHAMPION!"
The referee raised Riley's arm.
Riley grinned through the pain. Still undefeated. Still Riot. But... something's not right.
Her legs trembled. Her breath caught in her chest. The world tilted.
Then—
She collapsed.
What...? Why...? she thought, her body going limp. Why does it feel like I'm... dying?
Her vision blackened.
—
She stirred.
Soft light. Breeze. Birds.
Riley opened her eyes to see... a blue sky.
"What the hell...? Where's the arena ceiling?"
She sat up slowly. Trees. Grass. Forest.
"Where... where am I?" she whispered.
Before she could process it, a shimmering blue screen appeared in front of her, floating in midair.
WELCOME TO ANOTHER WORLD.
Her jaw dropped. "Oh no... no no no—this better not be some isekai BS!"
The sky was too blue.
Riley Morgan sat up slowly, grass tickling her back, the scent of pine heavy in the air. The sounds of birds and wind replaced the roars of the crowd, the bright arena lights replaced by glowing sunlight filtering through tree branches.
"Okay," she muttered. "What... the hell is going on?"
All she could remember was standing in the ring, raising her hand in victory... then blackness. Nothing after that.
"I win my thirteenth title, and my prize is... a forest? Cool. Real cool."
Then, just as she got to her feet, another blue screen flashed to life in front of her face.
"Oh, come on!"
The floating text shimmered as she squinted at it, reading aloud:
Name: Riley Morgan
Age: 22
Race: Human (Arcane-Enhanced)
Level: 1
Class: Arcane Kickboxer
Subclass: Mana Martial Artist
Titles: Queen of the Ring, Tomboy Tempest, One Who Fell Between Worlds
Health Points: 200/200
Magic Points: 300/300
Strength: 18
Agility: 21
Endurance: 15
Mana: 30
Luck: 10
Charm: 22
Normal Skills:
Appraisal: Instantly read basic information on creatures, items, and objects. Useful for analyzing enemies or unfamiliar environments.
Enhanced Reflexes: Reaction speed is significantly above average; perfect for dodging attacks at the last split-second.
High Pain Tolerance: Reduces the negative effects of injuries and allows fighting through pain that would incapacitate others.
Acrobatics: Grants superior balance, flips, and fluid midair control. Essential for chaining combos and evading strikes.
Mana Sense: Allows the user to detect magical energy in people, creatures, and the environment.
Echo Sense: A passive spatial awareness ability using vibrations in the air—like a combat-based echolocation.
Arcane Kickboxer Arts:
Arcane Step: Short-range teleportation burst that leaves behind an echo image. Great for counterattacks or evasion.
Ignition Kick: A fiery spinning kick that ignites on contact, dealing additional burn damage.
Mana Pulse Jab: Focuses a blast of mana into a single, high-speed jab capable of piercing solid objects.
Lightning Lariat: Electrified spinning lariat strike that stuns the opponent and knocks them back with high voltage impact.
Earthshatter Stomp: A seismic stomp that causes a localized shockwave, knocking enemies off balance or breaking terrain.
Dragonstep Breaker: A high-speed aerial combo ending with a downward arc strike, modeled after dragon descent attacks.
Unique Skills:
Adrenaline Rush: Temporarily boosts all physical stats when health drops below 30%. Enhances speed and power at critical moments.
Fist of Rebirth: A last-resort resurrection skill—revives user once with 25% HP after fatal damage. Can only activate once per day.
Mirage Chain Requiem: A rapid multi-hit illusionary strike that creates clones mimicking Riley's attacks for 5 seconds.
Prism Fang Cascade: A high-mana finisher unleashing a prism of energy fangs that slice in a wide arc—best used in crowd control.
Arcane Core: Limit Release: Temporarily removes the mana limiter on Riley's body, allowing access to hidden potential—but causes backlash.
Draconic Heaven-Fist: A forbidden technique channeling celestial dragon energy into one final blow—immense damage, massive recoil.
Weapons: None
Items: None
Riley blinked. "Holy... I'm jacked! What the hell is a Mirage Chain Requiem? And Draconic Heaven-Fist? That sounds like an anime finisher."
She scrolled through the screen in awe. Her heartbeat quickened.
"So what, I die in the ring and get reborn as some magical martial arts badass? This is either a cosmic joke or the coolest thing that's ever happened to me."
She sighed, then smirked. "Guess it's official. I'm in an isekai."
Looking down at her clenched fist, she smiled. "Well then... let's try this out."
She walked over to a tall tree and planted her feet. Inhale. Exhale. She drew her hand back, channeling the weird new energy tingling inside her.
"Mana Pulse Jab!"
CRACK!
Her fist flew forward, pulsing with blue energy—and shattered straight through the trunk of the tree.
Riley staggered back, stunned. "Okay—DID NOT expect that. That's... awesome."
Grinning like a maniac, she moved into a flurry of moves, testing out her new arsenal:
"Ignition Kick!" Her foot blazed as it struck another tree.
"Arcane Step!" She vanished for a split second and reappeared meters away.
"Lightning Lariat!" Electricity crackled around her arm as she spun midair, slamming her forearm into another trunk.
She laughed, panting. The excitement was real. It didn't just feel powerful—it felt like her.
"Okay, new world... I'm liking the vibes so far. Wild powers, clean air, no bills. Might stick around."
She looked up at the endless sky and whispered:
"Guess it's time to go on an adventure. Let's see what this world throws at me."
To be continued...