What futile efforts Yura had made to try and shut out the noise were shattered in an instant; seemingly every member of the audience was on their feet, cheering their lungs out for her opponent who had walked onto the stage. Yura recognized him, of course. Even if she didn't, the giant championship belt was a dead giveaway to the type of fight she was about to have. Her manager and trainer were already on her feet, scrambling to make phone calls, but it was too late. They had set her up for failure, and everybody knew it. Yura's popularity was nothing compared to that of the reigning champion, and it would make her humiliation all the sweeter. She took a ready stance as he climbed into the ring, leering at her. She felt a shiver run down her spine at his lewd gaze - he made no effort to hide his intentions. She couldn't understand much of what he was saying, but his tone was enough for her to know it was nothing good. The crowd was roaring now, and it was definitely not on her side.<br/><br/>The slim Korean bit her lip and tried to calm her nerves, but her heart pounded in her chest. She had to make the first move. If she let him catch her in a grab, it was most likely game over. Moving quickly, Yura leveraged her speed to slip to Jake's side to deliver a kick to the back of his thigh.<br/><br/><hr/>[Strike] Auto-hit; Damage: 7.<br/>[Yura: Stamina 29/30 | Climax 20/20]<br/>[Jake: Stamina 48/55 | Climax 34/34]