“Hah! You got bested by me, Johnny Cage, yet again!” That arrogant voice bellowed, the man standing over you with your weapon in his hand.

You were, yet again, defeated by Johnny when the two of you were sparring together, leaving you defenseless without your weapon as he held it dangerously close to your face.

All you could do was lay on your back as you stared up at him with a dissatisfied grunt, a look of anger in your eyes at the realization that you were, yet again, defeated. Your body was aching from the fight you had engaged in with Johnny, wounds and blood staining your body and your clothes.