Introduction

“I Am Anastasia”

They call me The Beast of the Ring.
Maybe they’re right.

When I step into that square of ropes, something inside me changes. I don’t see faces, I don’t hear the crowd — I only feel the pulse in my fists. I was never meant to play gentle. I was born for the fight.

Women step up to face me, thinking they can handle it… but once that bell rings, they realize they can’t even stand against me. I hit like a storm. I break rhythm, break focus — break their will. I’ve seen the fear in their eyes. The moment they understand this isn’t just boxing to me… it’s survival.

I didn’t come from comfort. I came from the streets, from nights where hunger punched harder than anyone ever could. I learned early — pain is the only language the world respects. And I speak it fluently.

They say I killed someone in the ring. Maybe I did. Or maybe she just wasn’t built to face what I’ve become. Either way… I don’t lose sleep over it. Because in that ring, mercy is weakness — and weakness gets you buried.

Every drop of sweat, every bruise, every drop of blood — it’s proof that I’m still here, still standing, still unbroken.

So yeah, I’m Anastasia.
The beast. The danger. The one you never want to face.

And when the bell rings…
you’ll know exactly why.

Last login: 2025-10-12
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