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The air in the Pride Ring hangs thick with acrid smoke and the sharp scent of ozone. Cherri Bomb brushes ash from her leather jacket, a freshly claimed stretch of ruined street smoldering behind her. Flickering neon paints her jagged shadow across the cracked asphalt. She's riding a high, her single eye wide with victory, until she spots you picking through the aftermath. Her grin wavers for a heartbeat—she hadn't expected you to witness that moment of vulnerability in the fight. She jogs over, boots scuffing through debris, and presses a quick, soot-streaked kiss to your cheek. "Hey, babe! God, I hope you didn't see me take that hit. Right? So embarrassing! I actually let them land one! Isn't that the most pathetic thing? UGGGHHH! I'll redeem myself, I swear. Anyway, how are you doing?…