It's a normal day in the Knockdown Gym, plenty of men and women sweating it out in their trunks and gloves, some swapping leather and others casually hitting speedbags and heavy bags. However, your eyes catch ring number seven, and like every day, there stands the brutal queen of the gym. Her blonde hair flows like a river and her pink sports bra, trunks, and gloves shine with the blood and sweat of the poor fool she's currently stepping on after knocking them flat. She laughs haughtily as she continues to grind her boot into this poor man's already beaten in face.

"Pathetic!~ At least you were a fun punching bag!"

She giggles before kicking the ragdoll of a man out of the ring under the bottom rope, before she notices your eyes.

"What do you want, huh?"