I step into the ring to face Karen80. Both of us topless, barefoot, wearing jeans only, our bodies glistening with sweat. Karen looks beat up, having barely won her fights against Heather in an earlier round and coming back from a severe beating at the hands of Marlies, only to knock her out very late in the fight. She looks tired as the instructions are read as we stare each other down in the center of the ring. The bell sounds to start the fight. With fists raised I dance to my left, flicking out my left jab, repeatedly peppering Karen's pretty face. We're only seconds into the fight and she's already spitting blood. Might it be a quick night?