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The phone alarm rang and the two women circled, styles evident in their stances: Monica Tides watched the sultry streamer martial artist bounce on her toes, light and nimble in her kickboxing stance while she herself fell back into her typically wrestling stance: a light crouch with open hands ready to drag whatever she could grasp down to the mat. Calamity Jade wore a skimpy jade-green tube top that clung precariously to her full chest, a scandalously short black pleated skirt, striped thigh-high socks modified into martial arts instep guards by cutting out the toes and heel on each sock, and green and black half-finger MMA gloves. It was—as she promised—exactly what “hot, sultry streamer martial artist” entailed. Her taller opponent had split the difference between surfer, and wrestler, sporting a one-piece 'lifeguard' style swimsuit that accentuated her impressive figure, and sky blue MMA gloves.

The 5'10 orange-haired streamer pawed at her taller, broader, more muscular opponent, while Monica tested her footing and spacing, still adapting to the transition from wrestling mats to MMA cage. Calamity Jade picked her targets over the first 45 seconds of their bout, sniping at her friend's head and chest and legs with stinging punches and kicks thrown from odd angles and with unconventional timing. Monica fired back but landed only occasionally, showing natural talent for timing a straight right cross but little of the knowledge necessary to land it consistently or turn it from a useful tool into a dangerous weapon.

The mellow surfer longed to bring the fight to the ground where her superior strength and tenacity experience could turn this loud mouthed streamer into a compliant kitten, but her friend recognized her strategy too and anticipated each time the promising grappler shot forward to grab her. Calamity Jade escaped back towards the center of the cage each time, controlling the distance and timing of their exchanges with superior footwork and timing and taunting her friend at each possible opportunity.

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“Hey, so just making sure: you've done this before, right, Snowbae?” Flor Ramirez asked, slamming her red MMA gloves together.

“Hell yeah; when soccer season is over, I scrap to keep in shape. It's also just fun as fuck.” Her opponent assured her. Hanna Bergstrom already held a demonstrable size advantage over her opponent. Flor needed to know what other disadvantages she was working with. She hadn't quite gotten used to knowing next to nothing about her opponent before their bout. She'd met Kathy at a local fight club weeks back, and Samantha a short time later, but Hanna was an unknown quantity: a tall, burly defender on their college's women's soccer team with icy blue eyes and a long braid of silver-blonde hair. Could she expect kicks from a soccer player? Or core strength and exceptional athleticism? The uncertainty pissed her off.

“I get it. Just, no complaints when you end up on my highlight reel. I'm not holding back just cause you're Samantha's friend.” Flor said. The college sophomore met her opponent's gaze and smiled. Her parents would be so disappointed in her right now. Good. If her dad wanted to control who, when, and how Flor fought, he shouldn't have asked her to put boxing on hold while she was away at college.

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“Y'know,” Vivian Jiang explained, fastening the strap on her green and blue boxing glove, “I'd been meaning to return to the sweet science anyways. I'm mostly a Mixed Martial Artist, especially now, but when Kathy said one of the freshies wanted a topless boxing match, I said, 'hell yeah!' so let's have some fun with it, kid!”

“Yeah! Let's do it!” The short, tan student grinned at her from across the ring. “I heard that some of the best fighters on campus fought at Beat, Prey, Love. I hope the rumors are true.” The wiry youth slammed her boxing gloves together, eager to begin. Her bright green gloves and shorts contrasted well with her light brown skin, and with the rest of her outfit. Her black boxing boots looked well used, even if her matching black leg warmers and arm warmers gave the 19-year-old pugilist's outfit a touch of youthful whimsy.

“Rumors? C'mon Maxine. Wet or dry, if you're looking for a fight, BPL is the best org near campus. But something gives me the idea you're not new to this...” Vivian explained, gesturing at Maxine Williams's topless torso.

“Oh? Why do you say that” The freshman asked, stretching out and twisting to and fro and putting her cute, lithe frame on full display.

“Most girls at least try and look scandalized standing topless in a boxing ring.” Vivian Jiang said with a laugh. “You are cute though.” he grad student grinned.

Late February, The Year Before Everything Happened,

Kathy Liu and Abigail Summers stood in the cold midnight air of an indoor martial arts gym, sharing glances and comments. They'd successfully held the first 2 fights of the inaugural Beat, Prey, Love fight card, a series of sexy MMA fights contested entirely by female college students from the nearby California University at Los Angeles. All of the contestants, save one, had professed some kind of previous martial arts experience, and the two women left to fight in their 'Main event” both promised that they were the toughest woman Kathy knew.

Tonight, one of them would be proved wrong.

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“Aight, so... I'll go easy on you. We'll keep it light, have some fun, shoot some saucy content and-”

“Wait, what the fuck? Why would you go easy on me?” The feisty blonde interrupted. “You got fucking destroyed by that short nerdy Black girl and then Vivian kicked your ass the next time. Neither of them are even that scary. You lose to losers: I should be the one offering to take it easy on you, red.”

Kathy Liu had to stop herself from gawking. “You know, Flor says I might be on the spectrum, but even I'm not that bad at reading people...” She wasn't sure if McKenzie had heard her or not; the freckled blonde wasn't a great listener at the best of times. But McKenzie Booth or “Combat Keigh” as the Beat, Prey Love audience knew her, had other skills. Blessed with soft, extremely bountiful curves and a round, cute face, the 5'5” Tennessee native was a reliable draw for a few reasons.

Kathy and the BPL audience recognized two big, heavy reasons in particular.

“That's perfect then. Just come at me 100%: I want you to kick my ass and humiliate me; really put it on me, OK?” The invitation was utterly facetious; Kathy could not include “accomplished martial artist” alongside any honest description of McKenzie. But the stubborn, buxom blonde blamed each loss on her unimpressive record on factors beyond her control. Tonight Kathy intended on being one of those factors.

January, the Year Everything Happened

“Hey Simone, are you here to talk shit or are you here to spar?” Natalie Turner asked, standing in what had formerly been a very focused fighting stance. Her blue mouthguard, still shiny with spittle, now clutched in the palm of her hand as she narrowed her brown eyes at her partner.

“Both, ideally.” Simone Williams grinned. There was no tension in her 5'10 frame, just brown eyes full of mischief and laughter creasing her face. She shrugged, baggy tee obscuring the athletic body beneath, palms of her red MMA gloves up towards the ceiling of the gym.

“Come on. I've got class in an hour and we still gotta catch the bus back to campus.” Natalie complained. “Waste your own time; some of us are trying to go pro.” She slid her mouthguard back in and waved on the other college freshman: Nat was done talking even if her friend wasn't.

Early March, The Year Before Everything Happened

====================================== “You're fucking kidding me. I mean she's kidding right?” Sofia Gomez groaned. She stood there on the stage, wearing gym shorts and a sports bra. She'd comfortably made weight for her third professional MMA bout only to watch her opponent shed nearly all her clothing to barely make it under the 136 lb limit on the second attempt. Worse yet, the tall black woman had maintained a starry eyed, goofball expression throughout the proceedings as if she were simply happy to be there.

Sofia wondered if she'd looked that starstruck ahead of her professional debut. She doubted it; back then all she'd thought about was just beating the other girl by any means possible. As a final indignity, when they turned toward each other for the weigh in and matchup photos, her opponent had met Sofia's serious, 'fists raised' pose with a broad smile and a goofy pose more suited for a cartoon than a fighter. Sofia clenched her jaw: this girl must be fucking with her. She might not take Sofia serious yet, but once the cage door closed, this goofy teen would realize just how serious she was.

Unlike Sofia’s first two opponents, tonight's victim came with a little buzz of her own: amateur boxing, kickboxing, and MMA experience, and a famous mother. Her opponent's mother might be “The Assassin” but Sofia wasn't fighting Yolanda Freeman. She was fighting the daughter, an apparently starstruck college freshman. Sofia and her team didn't need tape to expect a technically proficient striker and only needed their eyes to recognize a girl in over her head. She ran her hands through her brown tresses and grimaced. Mauling a famous person's daughter might be just what she needed to finally earn the attention she deserved