Best, One out of Three

"Now. We all agreed. When I win, I walk away with everything. If either of you wimps manages to pull it off, then you can have it. But I wouldn't bet on it." Emiri said confidently, clasping her hands behind her back.

Abby and Brandee looked on in annoyance. Brandee's boxing gloves squeaked as she curled her fingers into tight fists and uncleanched them.

"Respective styles. Keep it Martial. And we go to last woman standing." Brandee added through a tight jaw.

"Sorry to see you both go after this. But I can't wait to see you both leave." Abby said, crossing her arms a bit tighter.