Nayara sat patiently in her seat, waiting for Haruko to wake up. As she waited, she heard footsteps through the hall. They grew louder and louder, and Nayara, being part cat as she was, couldn't help but lean to the side, trying to get a glimpse of who it was. When she leaned over, she locked eyes with a fox. Nayara frowned as the fox noticed her too. She noticed a small smirk on the woman's face as she approached the room. The vixen entered the room, wearing a tank top, minishorts, and wrestling boots, already dressed for her match. Nayara looked away from her, while the vixen kept her eyes straight on her.

"Fila."

Nayara said, acknowledging her presence. They had met in the ring before. She didn't exactly like her style of wrestling and the way she carried herself, but she was a formidable opponent in the ring. Fila smirked as Nayara said her name.

"Nayara."

She said in response.

"I'm going to have you say that name a lot louder in the ring."

She added with a small smirk. Nayara looked up at her for a second.

"You're up against me tonight?"

She asked. Fila nodded with a toothy grin. She couldn't wait to get her hands on the brazilian catgirl again.

"That's right, Naya. So you better get ready for a tough one tonight. No easy newbie match like last night."

She declared, then cocked her head, realizing where they were.

"How come you're in the clinic? Don't tell me that a newbie managed to injure you."

She smirked. Nayara glared up at her for a second, then looked away.

"No. I'm waiting for her to wake up."

She said, motioning her head towards Haruko's sleeping figure.

"Oh, a fellow catgirl, huh?"

She asked, then took a closer look at her.

"Hey... didn't she last a long time against the champ here?"

She asked. Nayara nodded.

"Yeah."

Fila then looked back to Nayara.

"How come you are concerned for her? And don't give me that 'same species stick together' crap."

She said. Nayara looked up at her, a small smirk of her own growing on her face.

"Simply put: She asked me to train her, I accepted."

She said to her.

"Besides, I don't know about you, but I'm sick of that arrogant woman strutting around the halls with that gold around her waist. If this girl could last that long against her, then maybe with some training she could finally strip her of her title."

Fila looked at her for a second, then started to laugh.

"That little girl take down the champ? I think your expectations are a little high there Naya, especially with you training her."

She said with a smirk.

"As if I care about what you think."

Nayara shot back. She then noticed Haruko stirring. Fila noticed her too and decided she had better things to do.

"Well, see you in the ring Naya."

She said, leaving the room afterwards.

"Looking forward to it."

Nayara said under her breath, then looked towards Haruko groaning softly as she started to wake up.

"Ugh... where am I? Ow... my body feels like it's burning all over.."

She commented, slowly starting to sit up.

"That's what happens-"

Nayara's voice startled Haruko, causing her to jump and spin around to face her.

"-when you take a barrage of punches and kicks like you did."

She finished her sentence. Haruko put a hand to her chest, calming her nerves.

"You scared me... so.. where am I?"

She asked.

"You're in the clinic."

Nayara answered her, standing up.

"You passed out after winning your match, so I carried you here so you could get some rest. So how did your first match feel?"

Nayara asked her, turning to her.

Haruko looked at her for a second, recalling the match as best as she could, attempting to remember how she felt during it. She certainly didn't like getting beat senselessly like she was, but that second wind she received made the match something else entirely.

"It... It was.... exhilarating!"

Haruko claimed. Nayara smiled a little, nodding slowly.

"I've... I've never had a huge crowd cheer for me before! I've... I've never felt anything like it!"

She stated, realizing the truth of this as she said it.

"Well that's good, Haruko."

Nayara said.

"Thank you, Nayara, for training me and all."

Nayara chuckled in response.

"Don't thank me yet, you still have got a lot to learn. For one, don't let the opponent's tauntings get to you if you can help it. Also, and you've probably already figured this out now, but when an opponent says they submit but the bell hasn't rung, that means the match isn't over. In other words, don't let go of your submission until you hear the match bell ring next time. Oh, and something else... you need a finishing move, something you can call your own. I'm sure with how creative you seem to be with submissions, you can think of one you would like to call your own."

She said to her. Haruko nodded, taking in her new lessons, nodding slowly, her face turning a little red with her second lesson.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that out... that was dumb of me."

Haruko admitted. Nayara shook her head.

"Rookie mistake, you didn't know, don't let it bother you."

She assured her. Haruko nodded, dismissing the thought almost immediately.

"Now... do you feel well enough to stand and walk around?"

Nayara asked her. Haruko nodded.

"I'm a little sore, but I can definitely walk around and stuff."

She said. Naya smiled.

"All right. My match starts in a few minutes if you feel well enough to come to the ring and watch me fight."

She said to her. Haruko didn't even give it a second thought.

"I'd love to see how you fight!"

She exclaimed, seeming a bit more cheerful than she has been the past couple of days. Nayara smirked a little at her enthusiasm.

"Well, come on then. My match starts up in a couple of minutes."

She said to her. Haruko nodded, hopping off the bed, wincing a little when her feet hit the floor. Nayara noticed this, but if she wanted to go, she wasn't going to stop her. She started to walk out of the clinic, walking backstage and waited until she heard her entrance theme start to play. Then she walked up the stairs with Haruko following behind her, walking out onto the stage to the crowd cheering wildly. Haruko blinked at how much louder the cheers were for Naya then they were for her. She felt a twinge of jealousy, but it was immediately pushed out of her head. She smiled, following Nayara down the ramp and walked to the side of the ring like Naya did with her. Nayara slid into the ring, raising her arms up for the crowd, then moved to her corner to await Fila's entrance.