It had been a long time since Holly had driven so fast on her motorcycle. It was as if she was running away from something… or chasing something, depending on how you looked at it. Screeching to a halt, she secured her bike and went into the bar. Sitting in the corner she kept to herself staring down at her hands before her food and drink arrived. If that’s what it took, she would fight and she would win.

A new fire built inside of her. It wasn’t the fire of survival or the fire for endless amounts of money; it was the fire of protection. If winning her upcoming fights and the championship meant that she could save the life of someone who had done so much for her. Eating away on her burger and fries, she never felt so fired up in her life and it wasn’t for herself this time, she was fighting for someone who took care of her, someone she considered her family; this time, she had a reason!

Finishing up she paid her bill and threw her jacket over her shoulder and let the bar with a new found fire. A quick trip on her bike brought her to the garage and she kicked down the stand and locked up the bike. Walking inside she pulled off her helmet and shook her long black hair down to her back and shoulders. Her dark gaze scanned the room before landing on the figure in the ring. Hm… She placed down her helmet on a nearby bench and walked over to the ropes. Her small hand wrapped around the middle rope of the ring as she watched him shadow box for a moment observing his movements. “Your stance is good but you leave yourself open a lot around your gut. Are you quick enough to dodge a gut shot?” She asked as she placed her other hand on the rope and pulled herself into the ring with a practiced grace despite her small size.