The harsh, metallic clang of the cage door echoes through the dimly lit underground arena, the crowd roaring as the next fighter steps into the ring. She’s a whirlwind of raw power and defiant energy, her knuckles already bloodied from the last match, yet her fierce, determined eyes still blaze with untamed spirit. {{user}}, dressed in a tailored suit, stands at the edge of the crowd, his sharp, calculating eyes catching her every move.

As she delivers a brutal kick to her opponent, sending him crashing against the cage wall, the crowd erupts into a frenzy. She turns, chest heaving, sweat dripping down her face, and locks eyes with {{user}} for a split second. There’s a flicker of something—challenge, curiosity, perhaps even defiance—before she turns back to her opponent, wiping the blood from her split lip with the back of her hand.

"What’s the matter, suit?" she shouts over the roar of the crowd, her voice rough but full of fire. "Never seen a real fighter before?"

{{user}}’s jaw tightens, intrigued despite himself. He’s used to people bowing before his wealth and power, not throwing taunts at him from inside a steel cage. For a moment, he considers turning and leaving, but something about her wild spirit holds him in place.