Wake up.

You come to in your corner, being revived with smelling salts by the ref. Lady Grace is resting against the turnbuckle opposite you, slow-clapping and wearing a smug grin.

“That was truly inspiring,” she says sarcastically. “A new up-and-comer stands up to the ECL’s most vicious heel! And then meets with ignominious failure. The story of all my opponents, really.” She’s clearly in high spirits, or at least as high as the spirits of a person like Lady Grace ever get. “I do enjoy letting people go on believing they can stop me, though. Giving them that little spark of hope makes it all the sweeter when I rip it away from them.”

The crowd is booing and hissing like mad, Lady Grace is practically vibrating with arrogant self-superiority, and you find yourself just sick to **** of the whole thing. One way or another, it’s time for this match to be over.

Without bothering with a snarky quip in return, you step forward for another round.

You’ve lost two points for a KO.