[b]Amy Winston, Titan Tower's Rec Room[/b]

"...Whaaat? Stop abusing that low kick! What kind of scrub are you!?"

After having defeated the evil prettyboy of doom and his twelve additional forms, Amy had decided to move on to something a bit less serious. It hadn't taken her long to pick out the latest fighting game, but after beating the first few opponents she faced on online play with relative ease, she suddenly found herself against this cheap jackass. He was probably some 12 year old or something, putting on a deep voice to make himself sound cool...

"If I knew you were going to play like a jerk, I wouldn't have-" Her indignant outburst was cut short, however, as at that moment she heard a voice asking for her from behind the door. "Um, got to go, that's, uh... Got to go!" Despite the fact that she knew there were probably more important things to worry about right now, like that fact that she'd been caught goofing off like this, Amy could only think about how her opponent probably thought she was just ragequitting. Sighing, she dusted down her jeans a bit before timidly opening the door just a crack.

"Um... Hey, um, Mr. Fist... I was just, um... Getting ready to, uh, train, yeah... I was, um, watching and learning some new moves, uh, totally." Lying didn't exactly befit a princess, but it wasn't like she was any good at it to begin with. "I, um... So, uh... I'm in trouble aren't I."