You have been talking about it for a long time (or, your girl has been talking about it for a long time), but your boyfriend is reluctant. He loves your energy, your attitude. He loves your enthousiasm, but he's afraid. He's afraid you'll get yourself hurt, or worse. And he's right. You are playing with fire, girl. You don't belong here. This is for real women only. These aren't the playfights you used to stage with your friends to get your boyfriend hard. We don't fight in thongs and bras here. We fight in jeans and sportsbras, hair put up, nothing but a thin handwrap between your knuckles and the other person's skin. This is real. The blood is real. So are the broken bones, the screams of both your opponent and the crowd watching as two women fight for their lives. And they all do it for fun. Because they know that the feeling of being within an inch of your life makes you feel more alive than ever before.

He may be reluctant, but deep down inside, you know he'll love it. He wants to see the lioness you are, he wants you to step outside of your comfort zone and, instead of being a cute girl wearing flower dresses, he wants to see the fighter within you. He wants to see the little monster you are. He wants to see you get real fucking dirty, and not the bedroom kind...

But winning doesn't come easy. Especially not because we are both new to this. I don't know you. I don't care. I only care about the fact that, I l, too, want to prove myself. Only one of us gets accepted, and that will be me, you hear that?

Oh and that boyfriend of yours? He loves women who can fight. I will have him watch me murder you with my bare hands, there and then.

Hit me up if you dare!

(We can talk first. And btw, guys, if you put in the effort to read all the way to here, you are welcome too)