[An unusual music hits the arena...]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SFZI5dgmAINeith, the Lion Huntress, walks down the ramp and into the ring. Her appearance is slightly different than usual and she has a smug look on her face... She waits a moment until the booing of the crowd stops... Then she gets impatient and lets out a roar that silences the arena...
>ROAAAAAAARGHHHHH!!!>Silence, cattle!>How the tides 'ave turned, BILGE RAT!>Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!>When we 'ad our scuffle yesterday, an' ye was busy runnin' fer yer life... Ye made a mistake.>You recognize it?She points to the hat she wears.
>And this here?She unfolds what looks like a map.
>A gentlewoman o' fortune without 'er tricorne? an' more importantly... Without a treasure map?>Now, be there a real treasure at the place marked by that there cross? Or be that there just where ye stash yer booze?>Guess I'll find out YARRRRR!>Unless... Ye win against me. O' course, the only way fer that there to 'appen would be if ye grew 2 feet tall an' put on 150lbs o' muscle overnight... ARRRRR!>But ye do 'ave me necklace... So I'll make ye an offer ye can't refuse.>If ye win, ye can get yer 'at an' map aft.>But if I win, ye give me back me necklace... An'... That there would also mean I'd keep that there hat an' map. Right?>We'll 'old parley after I crush ye bernacles, won't we arr, matey? 