Yura finished the last of her stretches and looked around the waiting area. Her staff had left for the Arena, where the crowds waited for the first fight of the season between two new fighters. She wore a loose pink shirt and a pair of short shorts, which showcased her slender legs and toned ass. Her stylist had insisted on dolling her up, despite Yura's protests. What was the point, when she was going to be fighting? An hour-long makeup session reminded her that the entire event was about entertainment. Rape and humiliation were the main attractions of the event, and the better she looked, the higher the ratings would be. That's why her manager spent so much time making sure she looked as attractive as possible. The last weeks had been full of endless photoshoots, promotions, and modelling: she had to do all the work of a professional model, but was still expected to train and fight afterwards. The only thing that made this whole thing worth doing was the huge paycheck. For that, she would do anything - even risking the humiliation that came along with losing.<br/><br/>She could hear the muffled roar of the crowd already, chanting in anticipation. Her heart pounded in her chest. Training and practice matches were one thing, but this was the real deal. A No-Limits Career match. Images of some past fights still flashed vividly in Yura's mind. Losing a fight meant more than a smaller paycheck and a tarnish on your record - there was a lot more on the line here. She took a deep breath. There were a lot of eyes watching her first fight, thanks to the media's attention to her. She could only hope for the best.<br/><br/>At the sound of the cue, Yura walked down the long hallway as instructed, and the deafening cheering grew louder and louder. It erupted as she stepped out onto the floor, into the blinding spotlight. She could barely hear herself think. She had been expecting some noise, but it was difficult to adjust to. With some effort, she made her way to the arena in the center, after a brief discussion with her trainer in rapid Korean. She took one more breath to steady her nerves, resisting the temptation to look around at the massive audience who had gathered, and waited for her opponent. What kind of fighter would he be? What would happen to her if she lost? Yura shook her head. She wouldn't lose.<br/><br/>[Yura Park vs. Jake Marsden]<br/><hr/>[Initiative] Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=77573)<br/>[Yura: Stamina 30/30 | Climax 20/20]<br/>[Jake: Stamina 55/55 | Climax 34/34]