Level 4

As the match reaches its final climax (no pun intended), you’re both fatigued, ****, drenched in sweat, but more importantly, hell-bent on making the other their total and complete bitch.

You met her determined eyes as you’re both seemingly thinking the same thing.

By any means.

No more words. No more games.

This is it.

And as you two slowly, wearily approach the middle of the squared circle, the only question left is...