Fight night. You've been training almost four years for this day and this day alone. Sure, there were fights along the way and you've more far more than you've lost, but you still remember your first loss. Peach. You didn't know she was champion when you first fought, and she demolished you in no time flat, even playing with your dazed body for an extra round. You've vowed revenge since, and here was the time.

The music blared, a ring entrance you chose ages ago, it's just background noise, much like the crowd itself. The cheers and hoots and hollers of your name fall on deaf ears as you approach the ring. You do a few waves to appease the fans, but your eyes are firmly locked on her.

As you enter, she's leaned over the ropes, contemplatively, and before you know it, she's turned and staring you down. Her body is on full display, a sight you've become more accustomed to as you fight more girls. It used to distract you, the sight of their bare chest, but now you've controlled that urge, and stand firm right in front of her. Her voice carries that cold calculative confidence that has teased your nightmares for years now.

"Ah, there you are~! I was wondering if you'd chickened out. I do hope my outfit isn't too distracting for you..."

She giggles into her white glove, causing your brow to furrow in annoyance. Sensing she's not getting to you, she huffs and places her glove on her hip.

"Well, let's give this crowd a good show... though I'm not sure you'll be enjoying it~"

She walks back to her corner, and as do you. You can barely hear you corner as she gives you advice you already know. Soon, you're approaching center ring, standing off before her.

"Are you still sure about this?"

She asks, and you give a curt silent nod.

"Fine then. At least bump gloves, show them I respect you."

Her glove reaches out to tap yours, and you oblige. It's only fair.

"Perfect. Now, onto the beating of a lifetime..."

The bell rings out, and you both take your stances. Here goes nothing...