Recognize a worthy opponent.

“John! John! John!”

Smiling confidently as the crowd continues to enthusiastically chant your name, you start to exit between the ropes before something, or rather someone catches your eye.

Glancing over your shoulder, you spot a now deflated Samira beginning to trudge towards the other side with little fanfare.

Making a split second decision, you stay in the ring and rush back towards her.

A shadow of her former exotic self, the Maharani is about to leave the squared circle when your hand suddenly clamps down firmly on her shoulder.

Twirling around, Samira shoots you a quizzical look as you guide her back to the center of the ring.

Before the cheering spectators, you raise her hand in a gesture of good sportsmanship.

Recognizing it as such, the audience erupted even louder, even escalating into a standing ovation that ripples across the front rows.

“Now you gotta respect that folks. The new gu’s got skills, but he’s also got heart,” the announcer proclaims proudly.

“John, this is your moment,” she whispers at you with a slight frown, but you quickly shrug it off.

“Yeah, but you made me earn it,” you point out, stepping away as the crowd continues to show their support for both of you.

She smiles at you gratefully, before humbly acknowledging the crowd.

Letting her have a moment of her own, you then gracefully exit the ring and head up the ramp towards the backstage area.