After the entire internet canceled me, I flew to Europe to clear my head. While I was there, I beat the living daylights out of a racist hulk of a man on the street. The video blew up on social media instantly. 【Omg, she just effortlessly dropped a 250-pound dude like it was nothing. That is peak womanhood! The ultimate Alpha Female!】 【That woman has guts of steel. Someone find her handle, I need to propose to her right now!】 That is, until the follow-up video revealing my face got posted. Once they realized it was me—the same woman they had been dragging for being a "roid-raging, manly bitch"—the haters went dead silent. 【Queen, please come back! Is it too late for us to beg for forgiveness?】 1 After getting canceled by the whole internet, I booked a one-way ticket to Europe to get away from the noise. You’d think bad luck would stay behind at customs, but apparently, it follows you. My assistant, Ruby, had just run off to grab us some gelato when I heard a loud crash behind me. I spun around. Ruby was on the ground, looking shaken. Standing over her was a mountain of a man—easily 250 pounds of pure aggression. He had a phone on a gimbal pointed right at Ruby’s terrified face, laughing maniacally. "This is what happens when these tourists don't watch where they're going! My sidewalk, baby!" It was obvious he had shoved her. And now, he was livestreaming his bullying for clout. My blood instantly hit a boiling point. I muttered a curse word that would make a sailor blush and sprinted over, helping Ruby up. "Did he push you?" "Chloe, I'm fine," Ruby whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. She tugged at my arm, trying to drag me away. "Look at the size of him. Let's not make a scene. Let's just go." Hilarious. I was already annoyed from being dragged through the mud online. Now this guy was bullying Ruby and being a racist prick? I know a thing or two about fighting. He was the one who needed to accept his bad luck. I calmly walked Ruby over to a bench in the shade, then turned on my heel and marched back. "Apologize. To her, and for your disgusting comments." Despite my daily gym routine, the biological reality was stark. His shadow completely engulfed me. He stood there chewing gum with his mouth open, looking down at me with pure disdain. He flipped the camera to face me, gave the lens the finger, and sneered. "Look at this little Asian doll. Has to crane her neck just to look at me, but she thinks she’s tough. It’s comedy gold, folks." Then, he spit his gum out. It landed right on the toe of my sneaker. Right. Reasoning with a guy whose biceps are bigger than his brain is a waste of time. I kicked off my heels. I let out a sharp breath and lunged. You want to mock me? I’ll make you submit. I’ll show you that I’m not just a lady—I’m a heavyweight. Adrenaline gave me a boost I didn't know I had. Wham. A perfect shoulder throw. I used his own momentum against him, slamming him into the pavement with a sickening thud. One second, this pig was laughing with his chat; the next, he was clutching his back, rolling on the ground like a toddler. God, that felt good. I snatched his phone off the ground. I looked into the camera and unleashed a stream of perfect, colorful English. "Your mouth is writing checks your ass can't cash, buddy!" "You think you own the street? You don't even own a belt that fits! You look like a thumb with anger issues!" "You looked real tough standing up, but you look a lot better face-down on the pavement. Had enough?" He didn't answer. He just groaned. A crowd had started to gather. Ruby was frantically waving at me from the sidelines, practically screaming. "Chloe! Stop! Stop roasting him! You're a celebrity, remember?!" Whoops. Forgot about that. All I knew was that the adrenaline felt amazing. I pointed the camera back at him. "Look up. Apologize." He finally got the message. Terror washed over his face as he scrambled backward on his butt, crab-walking away from me while stammering, "Sorry! I'm sorry!" Satisfied, I flipped the camera to selfie mode. "Take a good look," I said, my voice steady and clear in fluent English. "Right now, he's the one looking up at me." I pointed a thumb at my chest, grinning a wild, reckless grin. "Me. Just an average woman." 2 After the adrenaline wore off, we had to deal with the cleanup. Ruby and I spent the afternoon bouncing between the hospital and the police station. Reporters were already swarming, but Ruby managed to fend them off. She looked devastated. "Chloe, that guy is a somewhat famous streamer. He does 'pranks' for views. He was live when you hit him, and bystanders filmed it too. This is going to hit the States in an hour." "My assistant and my people were insulted. I was defending us. That’s called justice." Ruby looked like she wanted to cry. "Chloe... but you body-slammed him and then cursed him out like a sailor. People already hate you. This is the nail in the coffin." I checked her bandage, unbothered. "So what?" I honestly didn't care. I was the industry’s favorite villain. I was used to breathing and getting hate mail for it. At first, it hurt. The tidal wave of malice used to make me curl up in bed and sob. But eventually, you go numb. That’s why I came to Europe—to mourn my career before I went back home to officially quit. Let them talk. 3 The reason I was "canceled" this time was ridiculous. I was on a reality show called Farm Life. Another actress, Lila Rose, decided to go on a hunger strike to stay "camera skinny," leaving her too weak to lift a spoon, let alone a shovel. In a clip the cameras "missed," the "fragile" Lila accidentally knocked over a massive bucket of concentrated fertilizer onto a freshly planted patch. Too much fertilizer kills the soil—it burns the roots. It ruined the team's progress. We had to spend hours hauling water to dilute the soil. While we worked, Lila stood in the shade, fanning herself. "Sorry guys," she cooed. "I'm just so petite, I can't lift anything." I saw red. I walked up to her, trying to keep my voice level. "Lila, if you're actually sorry, grab a bucket. Or at least eat a sandwich so you don't pass out. The tasks are assigned by headcount. Do you realize that every job you 'can't' do is just extra work for the rest of us?" The guys on the team were working themselves to death. I was exhausted. When the episode aired, the editors worked their magic. Lila’s fertilizer accident? Cut. Her lounging in the shade? Cut. Instead, they showed a montage of her "trying her best," wiping a single bead of sweat from her pale, perfect forehead. She looked like a tragic, beautiful heroine. Then, they cut to me yelling at her until she cried. The internet exploded. 【Who does Chloe Vance think she is? She’s such a bully! Does she have ‘roid rage?】 【Poor Lila! She’s trying so hard! We won’t let you be bullied, baby!】 【Just because Chloe has shoulders like a linebacker doesn’t mean everyone else has to! Leave our delicate queen alone!】 Idiots. All of them. I was done with Hollywood. 4 Between the incident and Ruby’s injury, the vacation was a wash. We flew back to LA early. When we landed, my phone almost vibrated off the tray table. My manager, Linda, was texting me like a maniac. 【Chloe, darling! You are a genius!】 【Do not retire! Look at Twitter! We are about to level up!】 Confused, I opened X (Twitter). The trending topics were insane. #TheKnockoutQueen #AlphaFemaleEnergy #ChloeVanceFightVideo I clicked the hashtag. Someone had filmed the fight from a third-person perspective. It showed the perfect mechanics of my throw. I squeezed my bicep, admiring the muscle I’d built over years of lifting and sparring. The receipts were right there. I started reading the comments. Before they knew it was me, the internet was in love. 【OMG, she just casually flipped a 250lb dude like a pancake. That is peak womanhood!】 【I want her to punch me. Is that weird? That’s weird. I don’t care.】 【Finally, some real strength! I am on my knees!】 Then, the clearer video dropped, and people realized the "vigilante" was the hated Chloe Vance. The tone shifted hilariously. 【Wait... that ninja is Chloe?!】 【Help... I watched the livestream recording. The way she insulted him in perfect English was kind of... hot? Come back, Queen! We were wrong!】 【I never hated her! (Don't check my history).】 【"Just an average woman." Girl, if you're average, I'm a potato.】 【It’s too late to simp now. I work in PR, and I heard Chloe is letting her contract expire.】 【No!!! Don't go! Is it too late to grovel?】
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