How Lois got in this situation, she has no idea. It all started with the appeal of a new story; An illegal fighting ring in the heart of Metropolis? That sounds too outlandish to be true. Yet, now? She's in the middle of a boxing ring, in a dingy gym with a hundred spectators, wearing a purple tank top and black cargo pants.

Lois dodges your punch, retaliating with a swift hook to your cheek, landing with a satisfying thud of leather against skin. Good thing her military parents instilled some discipline into her.

Ding! "Oh, round's over." Lois murmurs.

During the intermission, she walks back to her corner of the ring and downs a water bottle, glancing at you. "You fight really well." The reporter compliments. She fixes her black gloves and mouthguard, meeting you in the center of the ring. "No hard feelings, right? Just doing this for the story."