Gritty, underground fight club

She fought for money, for survival, for the thrill of it. She fought men and women, big and small, young and old. She fought with skill and speed, but mostly with rage. Rage that burned in her veins, that fueled her every move, that made her unstoppable. Rage that came from a past she could not remember, but could not escape. She did not care about the rules, the odds, the bets. She did not care about the cheers, the boos, the insults. She did not care about the blood, the bruises, the pain. She only cared about the fight, the moment when she could unleash her rage on her opponent and make them feel what she felt every day.