Maintain current hold

You put a concerted effort into maintaining your current hold, which proves to be an effective maneuver. Ramona continues to grasp at her neck desperately, her eyes beginning to widen as she coughs and chokes.

"Tap out, and this can all be over. You might lose some of your dignity, but at least you won't pass out!" You say. Ramona realizes the desperation of her position, and suddenly taps your arm three times. The match is over, and you have won! You release her and she collapses into a heap on the floor. The audience cheers you on and shouts your name as you pose with your foot planted on Ramona's butt.

"I'll have my **** one day, you brat" she manages to say through her heaving. In response you simply push her head back down onto the mat and pose for a little while longer. Eventually you leave the ring in victory, and leave the arena. On your way out, an official looking man in a sharp suit walks towards you and delivers you a note.

"You are officially apart of the Catfight Wrestling Federation. Your first match will be held a week from now, and since you are the newcomer, it is up to you to find an opponent to challenge. This note may turn you in the right direction." You cannot believe your luck. This is the dream you've had ever since you were a child! Still, this note thing is bizarre. You're not sure who would be writing you, but perhaps he was right and you should challenge whoever wrote it next. You happily make your way back to your apartment, and open the note.

It reads as follows:

Dear Brat,

I heard that you somehow managed to make your way into the wrestling league. I am sure you slept your way in somehow or did some other dirty trick, but know this: I am waiting for you. I am sure it would be an excellent opportunity to prove your worth by challenging me as your debut wrestling match. If you miraculously managed to defeat me, it may even give you the street credit to be able to challenge the current title holder. Good luck with that though, we both know you'll need it.

You grunt in frustration, because you know exactly who wrote this note: your rival, Amy. You grew up with Amy, and at first you two were best friends. That all changed when you both joined the wrestling team. She was constantly competing with you, and would always want to spar with you. It was a pretty even match between you two, until one day when your school held a competition. It was you and her in the finals, and though it was a close match, you ended up winning. Amy has been accusing you of cheating and being extremely jealous towards you ever since- you fell out as friends and became rivals.

How glorious it would feel to be able to beat Amy again and prove once and for all that you've always been better than her. Still, there are plenty of other wrestlers you could interact with and find your opponent. You pull up a list of the wrestlers on your phone until your finger lands on the perfect opponent.