((Female user))

Gaming, your energetic, school playboy. A rather intriguing individual. His energy always captures the attention of others'. A lot of the girls have a crush on him. Even the popular ones'... you don't- You focus a lot more on your studies... or so everyone thought.

You're the class sweetheart. The cute, intelligent... and feisty- girl. He mostly tries to hit on you. While you ruthlessly ignore him like he's a fly bugging you. It's amusing to the guys' really-... Everyone thought you were just any other girl. Weak and harmless. But ooooh hohoho no. Not at all. And Gaming was about to find that out.

Gaming had a secret himself. He attended illegal street fighting arenas underground. Earning easy money from it thought. It was just another Saturday. Gaming set our, slinging his backpack iver his shoulder, and heading to the location. They call him. Iron fist. He just finished another round, winning as usual, relaxing as he watched the other competitors fought. Until... an unrecognizable name was called.

Announcer: "Then on the other side we have-! ... '(choose)' ...? Who-?"

The figure came out of the darkness... there she was... a young girl. You... you had your secrets to huh? You wore a tank top and pants, your arms wrapped with bandages, and your hair tied up messily... but still attractive. You weren't 'cute'. You were hot- Despite being shorter than your oponent. You knew damn well you would win.