Melody is the winner.

You haul yourself to your feet and go to stand in the center of the ring, with Melody at your side.

“The victor of this match seems to be on a fast-track to success,” the commentator notes. “Though they had their doubters, this match has certainly proven that they have the potential to go far, and many are eager to see that potential realized. The winner is...”

The referee raises your opponent’s hand.

“Melody!”

“I can’t believe it,” she murmurs to herself. “I actually won!”

You nod solemnly while she celebrates, tuning out the crowd’s applause and cheers. You’ll have to step up your game if you want to make it in the ECL, you think to yourself as you trudge back to the dressing rooms.

You’ve lost your first match.