I walked to the ring, tying the fingerless fighting gloves tighter onto my hand. My name was Beth, and I knew how to fight.
I perfected boxing, judo, kickboxing, ect. I was a leopard furr, pretty, but tough. I was rather small though, 5'2, 100 pounds, but my size didn't concern me, at least at the moment..
My one weakness was any kind of stench. It completely took away my speed and made me a sitting duck to any sick torment that could be dealt.. Hopefully this wasn't one of those fights.. I shadow boxed in the ring, waiting for whoever would face me. I cracked my knuckles and looked at the ramp.
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