Misora had felt as she had gone a bit rusty when it came to fighting since she constantly did her “photo shoots”

She heard of a professional street-fighter and wondered if she saw them fight she could get pointers on how to fight or if she was lucky teach her, through many shady people and other perverted ones wanting her to do her signature “poses” for my location she finally had a place, a hidden away literal underground ring that was located in a derelict building

As she was let in and went down the steps she was amazed by how the incredibly large space looked, like a large party, with illegal gambling, drinking, drugs and finally the in latge in ground arena where the fight had already began and many people were either cheering or berating one of the fighters

But her attention was glued to the inground fighting ring… wondering if YOU were the smaller fighter or large muscular street fighter infront of you staring you down…