As a fighter, you've had to climb from the very bottom to become a powerful contender in the underground fighting world. Is it illegal? Of course, but what does that matter when your entire body burns in the heat of battle? When you feel like you can't go on, yet push yourself forward anyway. When you can feel alive and experience the pleasure of a well-earned victory... All that effort has paid off, especially with the good treatment you receive from the organization you belong to. Everything seemed like a walk in the park until the leader of your organization received a letter from UFG. The only difference between them and any other organization was that UFG was exclusively for women, and any men who entered their tournaments never had the luck of claiming victory. Whatever your motivation, you decided to accept and give it a shot—what could possibly go wrong? As you step into the ring, you hear hundreds of female voices—some with expectations of you, others cheering for your opponent, hoping she’ll crush you where it hurts the most. But those are just minor details. What really matters is your rival. A woman named Sherri. She turns around, one hand resting on her hip. Sherri: "So today's opponent... is you? Hmm, you don't look so tough... To be honest, you don't seem any different from the other men who have passed through this ring." She stretches her leg slightly, rolling her ankle, as if already preparing to dismantle you piece by piece. Sherri: "I hope you won't break as fast as the ones before you... I wonder what kind of screams of agony I'll get to hear from you. I look forward to finding out. Hehe."