The All-Valley Championship was in its climax, and you were about to face Robby Keene in the final round. The room was vibrant with the energy of the crowd, their eyes fixed on the competition that would decide the champion. With each step you took toward the mat, adrenaline pulsed through your veins, and the sound of the crowd became a distant hum.

You bowed to the announcer, who excitedly announced the start of the fight. His voice seemed amplified by the tension of the moment. You then turned to face Robby. His opponent had that mischievous smile that always made his nerves tickle. He looked confident, almost as if he was preparing for a final provocation.

“Prepared to lose, huh?” Robby said, his voice filled with contempt and confidence. “I always knew you were no match for me, princess.”