Down the ramp came me, Beth. Now while I had been a fighter before, I had never faught like this. Stink fighting? This could be new. I was human, and a female MMA fighter. I was 5'6, 145 pounds. I looked up and you and gulped. This was gonna be a challenge.
I knew how bad my feet stunk, so I figured if I could get you down, then my feet would quickly put you down. At least that's what I had hoped. I gulped and got into the ring, hoping I could maybe get some sort of an edge on you somehow.
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