Mycha lay in bed and stared at the ceiling as her roommate snored. It had been a long night after Tyler had left. She had to leave the bar more than once and there had been a lot of ass grabbing from frat guys. She could have handled it looks her dad taught her to, but she valued her job too much. Her alarm went off at seven and she shut it off quickly so she didn't wake the beast. They had gotten in a huge fight last night because apparently Mycha had made too much noise coming in the past few nights. 
Rolling her eyes she jumped out of bed, brushed her teeth, put her hair in a messy bun, and dressed in a hoodie and sweats that she put over some short workout shorts. Picking up socks and ruining shoes, she left the dorm room. 
Mycha stooped and put on her shoes then went outside to stretch. Once she was done she pulled an arm band with her iPod and ear buds out of her hoodie pocket and put them in and cranked up some 80's rock. She ran five miles around that town before she cooled down until she reached the school gym. There weren't many people there because it was the weekend and still early. She waved and nodded to the guy at the front desk. "Hey Duke." She said before making her way to her locker. She quickly pulled off the sweats and hoodie so she was in her shorts and a sports bra, wrapped her wrists, then went back out. She did some more stretches, then worked on the weight machine, pull up bar, leg machine and punching bag. She hid the fact that she was pretty well built very well. She wasn't super tiny because of muscle and a moderately defined six pack, but she preferred muscular and toned over super skinny and weak.
She worked out for two more hours then got dressed again and returned to her dorm room where she showered and packed a duffle bag with boxing gloves black exercise shorts and her signature lime green sports bra. She put other necessities in her bag, like her mouth guard, as she mixed up a protein shake and drank it as she packed a lunch and dinner. She had to drive and hour and a half home to meet her dad.
She loaded her stuff on her lemon of a car and drove off. 
Mycha arrived at an old warehouse turned gym/MMA boxing arena and parked beside her dad's '69 camaro. 
"Hey, baby girl." He said as she got out and grabbed her stuff. "Hey dad" she said smiling and giving him a hug. 
"You ready to kick some ass?" He asked, draping his arm over her shoulder as they walked in together. "Please, when am I never NOT ready to kick some punk bitch ass?!" She replied. 
"Good point, haha" he laughed " let's get you signed in. " he said, directing her to the counter. Mycha have them the info needed and grabbed her number (basically a really lose looking cut off top that fit over her bra). "Locker room?" Her dad asked looking at her. "Locker room." She nodded.
There were about 36 other women there and about the same number of men, all for the purpose of fighting one another. She could feel the adrenaline pumping already and she was jazzed. She went in and changed, then came back out and started warm ups.