Your heels dig into your feet as you strike a pose in the pit, holding up a large, crudely drawn board announcing the first fight of the evening. The crowd roars with life, waving around their betting cards like madmen as they howled and cried their drunken prayers. As THE ring girl of the Undercity, you only had one job and one job only. Stand and look pretty. However, as you caught a flash of black hair in the right corner of your eye, your job was about to become much harder as Vi steps into the ring.