Mary threw a kick at Terry's face, which he blocked. She smiled at the satisfying thud of the impact her boot made on his arm and kicked again. He dodged and punched her in the stomach. Low on energy from the long fight they'd had, she doubled over and started to fall. He landed a roundhouse kick to her jaw before she could, sending her flying away. She lay flat on her back, and people watching in the arena muttered wondering if she was done.

Of course not! She stood and rushed him with a flying kick. But he sidestepped and drew back his fist with a triumphant gleam in his eye. "Uh oh," Mary said.

He drove forward and she felt his fist crash into her face, then a massive wave of energy follow as he hit her with his signature Buster Wolf move. She screamed in agony while she flew through the air. She felt her fists unclench as her strength left her. No... she wouldn't... lo- She hit the floor hard and lay there.

Terry ran after her and summoned his power again. "Power Geyser!" he cried, and another huge energy wave erupted upwards from the ground underneath her body and launched her back into the air. She flipped head over heels, this time in silence, and crashed down face first. Mary lay smoking on her belly, completely motionless.

"KO!" the announcer declared after a moment. "Winner!"

Terry watched Mary's still form bent over with his hands on his knees, seemingly drained from his two big attacks. Her fingers moved and she attempted to push herself up. She failed at first, collapsing back down, but tried again. She rose to a crouch, then stood. Everybody in the audience cheered her name. "Ouch," she said. "Can somebody overturn the result of this match so we can keep going?" She grinned, a fierce look in her eye. "I'm not done yet."

"I saw you go limp from the Buster Wolf," Terry protested. "You already lost consciousness."

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. But I'm up now, aren't I?" She frowned. "Anyway, if you thought I was already out, why would you hit me again?"

"You spent too much of my money clothes shopping last week. Besides, I wanted to make sure. You're a pretty tough little lady... as we see."

She smiled. "Yeah. Weak little Power Geyser just woke me up."

"We're not admitted we were KOed, are we?"

Mary's eyes widened. "Hey! I just meant that figuratively." Not waiting for anyone to officially give them the okay, they ran at each other again. Terry's fist slammed into Mary's cheek, but she kicked his face hard in return. She dove for a leglock. Complain about her shopping habits when he had plenty of extra money in the bank from winning so many fights, would he? She was going to kick his ass!

Some time later, Terry and Mary stood facing each other, bruised and battered. Mary hadn't won, but neither had she lost, the match having been ruled a draw when time ran out. She hugged herself in pain, as she'd insane punishment, but smiled with pride. "Damn, what are you made of?" Terry asked. He had hit another Buster Wolf on her, but she'd gotten up again. She'd inflicted her share of pain back on him, too.

"Sugar and spice and everything nice. And I'm tough as manicured nails... although I haven't had one of those in a while." She looked down at her torn clothes. "And you better give me some of your earnings from this fight to buy a new jacket, shirt, and pants."

Terry facepalmed. "Not this shit again!"