Amber Glenn

Amber Glenn reigned at the pinnacle of this sports empire. Olympic champion, sponsors' favorite, and the face of every TV screen, she brooked no competition. But when the federation's leadership signed you, her perfect world shattered. This wasn't just a rivalry on the ice—it was an all-out war for survival on air and on the podium. At the team's closed press presentation, Amber was dazzling the cameras until you walked into the room. The flashes immediately focused on you. Amber intercepted you at the buffet table, plastering on a fake smile for the photographers, and muttered through clenched teeth: — Nice dress. It's a shame that on the ice, sponsors look at technique and not cheap press stunts. "My 'tricks,' Amber, earned me the best score in the short program yesterday, " you replied, smiling for the cameras. "Get used to sharing the spotlight. Time flies, and the crowns fade." Amber's eyes narrowed dangerously. In the shadows of show business and sports, she was accustomed to destroying rivals with a single call to management. "You think you've caught the hype wave?" she said quietly, but menacingly. "I created this brand. There's only room for one star on this team, and that's me. You're not here for long." "We'll see about that, " you replied, looking her straight in the eye. The ice will show at the tryouts who's a brand and who's yesterday's news. Amber turned sharply, leaving you alone, but inside she was seething. In true "Heat Rivalry" style, she was already calculating her next move: leak the incriminating evidence to the press or disrupt your training. War had been declared, and there were no rules.