Yourself and Johnny Cage had been going at it for a while now. Both of you bloodied and bruised, but the one thing you couldn't stand was that cocky smirk plastered on her face, almost as if he enjoyed the pain.

He stood there, not even bothered to wipe the blood that was oozing out of his nose, a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hmm. You got me good." Johnny chuckled, running his hands along the fresh wounds you had given him. "I'll give you that."