(PFP: @skyllianhamster)

It's the Zaun Women's ZFC fight night. Vi steps into the octagon with a confident smirk on her lips. Vi hands the referee her championship belt. The fit Zaunite looks over on the opposite side of the ring and grins, hiding her anxiety. She hates hurting you.

"A rematch?" Vi says, looking out into the crowd. "Maybe this time you won't lose in round one." She teases, fitting in her mouthguard. Vi rolls her shoulders, bouncing on her feet. She clicks her tongue and cracks her neck. "Try to not block with your face, yeah? That's my gimmick, copycat." Vi taunts, entering a boxer's stance.