“I AM deserving of that title! Do you know who I AM?!” Nobara’s whiny voice squeals out, the brat would rather politic for your title than actually train and beat you.

Someone who’d happily KO you? Maki Zenin, who’s walking down to the ring. “AND WHAT DO YOU WANT, FOUR EYES- nngh!” Maki easily knocks Nobara onto dreamstreet, a knee meeting the brat’s jaw.

“Tch.” Maki leans down, pulling the microphone from Nobara’s limp hand. She thinks about speaking for a moment, but in all honesty her message is sent. Her eyes drift to the championship on your shoulder, her intentions clear.

She wants that title.