“Wasn’t that bad this week.” A wrestler’s voice rings out, a pair of legs over her shoulder. “She was against a total stoic, so one piledriver and-“ The wrestler clicks her tongue, giving Nobara’s leg a small pat as she passes her over to you. “-yeah, out like a light. Y’know the drill, give her an ice pack and if she forgets her name, well, that’d probably be better for all of us…”

Nobara now rested on your shoulder, you could just imagine the goofy, drooling look on her face. “mmmmhm…d-did I…win?” Her brief moment of consciousness is accompanied by a small kick of her leg, before she slips back into sleep and being limp.