When Blair Yuen came to her senses, she found herself lying on her back on an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. Her muscles were sore, and she took in a few pants to try and catch her breath - and a moment later, an ache shot through her head, causing her to raise her fingers to her temples to rub at the sore sensation. Just what had happened?
It took a moment, but Blair soon remembered everything. It all seemed fresh in her mind, as though it happened yesterday. Actually, it probably had happened yesterday. Beyond the haze she was lost in, Blair could think back on the last thing she remembered.
She had been in a Last Woman Standing match with Lunar Crescent - a woman she had underestimated from the moment she'd laid eyes on her. The girl's playful demeanor and propensity for hentai matches gave Blair the impression she'd be fighting someone who didn't have a fraction of the discipline and focus she applied to everything she did, and who wouldn't take things seriously - someone who would quickly crumble when put up against a well-seasoned martial artist. But as soon as the bell rang, Lunar had proven her wrong, hammering her with quick and hard-hitting blows that Blair couldn't see coming until it was too late. More than once she'd been knocked down after she'd been caught unawares, and Lunar was just as eager to remind her of her less-than-proud moments with her taunts - all of which had brought the Muay Thai practitioner to a blind rage, as she threw aside all cares and put everything she had into venting her frustrations, with Lunar as her personal punching bag.
But that hadn't worked. When she was angry, Blair was predictable, and in the end, Lunar had gotten Blair pinned in the corner, and unleashed a barrage of strikes that culminated in a jaw-rattling blow to the head. After that, everything went black.
Blair winced, her fingers coiling into a fist as she thought back on the last things she remembered before she passed out. Acknowledging her loss pained her, and even more so did acknowledging the fact that she'd lost because she let herself slip and got carried away. She knew better than this - she should have been better than this. Blair's concentration had always been what turned the tides in her favor, and now, when she had forgotten it, she'd paid the price.
She was soon shaken out of her inner monologue by a shudder going down her side as the pain bubbled back up inside her, causing her to lean forward with a wince and clutch her ribs. Brought back into the present, Blair was left wondering the more pressing matters - that she was in what looked like a fairly upscale bedroom, one she'd never seen the likes of before. She had to wonder just how hard she really had hit her head.