You Do What You Must

"Chick Fight" was the name of the organization (and that term is used very loosely) that Jovie had found to make a few quick bucks so she could continue to do things like eating and sleeping in a place with a roof and such. She wasn't crazy about the name but these are underground fight promoters and not English professors.

For a small sum of cash Jovie could enter herself in the tournament on the nights that "Chick Fight" was held and if she won she would recoup her entry fee plus quite a tidy sum, especially if she went all the way in the tournament. It wasn't ideal, but she needed to live and this was the way she had to do it for now.

Jovie knew she had a mean left hand and planned to use it in an attempt to drop the woman across the cage from her early. The less damage she took in the opening round the better. She needed fights to go quickly so that she could still have gas in the tank for the later fights in the tournament.

The bell rang and Jovie bit down hard on her mouthpiece. She was ready.