Time to lose?

You go to the floor where you're supposed to fight Mel.

You walk in to see her already standing there, she seems out of words when she sees Jake and looks all over his body. "Wow I didn't know you'd be so handsome" she said. "Well.. thank you, let's get this over with shall we". Jake said.

Jake decided to play with her a little by pretending he was going for the offensive and tried fake attacking her to see how she'd react. She let out a small shriek and used her arms to protect her face. "Oh, I guess you father wasn't lying when he said you weren't much of a fighter huh".

"I don't care about fighting, this is so stupid, how about you just do what you're getting paid for?!" She sneered. Jake really wanted to beat her up because of the way she talked to him but he made a deal. Jake moved closer to the girl until they were only a feet or 2 apart. "Take this!" the girl said while kicking towards Jake's balls but missing. "I wasn't even moving.." Jake said annoyed. Being close enough to Mel Jake whispered something into her ears "how about you just give me one good kick and I'll pretend to be dizzy and fall into that table over there and get fake knocked out?".

"Fine, I don't care as long as I win" Mel said. Jake felt as if Mel was taking way too long to get the job done so he started slapping her, not too hard but just to awaken her rage. "Stoppppp" she screamed as she finally started kicking around randomly hoping one of her kicks would land.

Luckily for both of them, one did. It wasn't a direct hit but it still hurt. Even a childs' kick could hurt balls. Jake made the most out of it knowing she wasn't gonna get a hit in again and started stumbling backwards and fake tripped into the coffee table fake knocking himself out.

"Yay, I win" the girl sneered while walking away.

Jake has lost his match and is out of the tournament.

Game Over!