Challenge the winner.

"Hey Fuckface!" called out Ava, taking another drag of her cigarette.

The crowd went silent except for a few whispers. The victor slowly lowered his arms and a look of confusion appeared on his face. He looked around to see who insulted him, but more importantly who is stepping up. His eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to figure out who at the bar most of the crowd was looking at.

"WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT?!" screamed the large man, unable to to determine who answered his initial call for a challenger.

"Me, you fucking moron!" answered Ava, clearly much more easier to spot now that the room was silent. She took one long last drag of tobacco and a longer sip of her drink. She slowly started walking away from the bar towards the arena. "Ready to take on someone your own size?" questioned Agent Hope, clearly being sarcastic as the winner was almost two feet taller than her.

"Really?...A fucking...bitch has more balls than everyone else in here?" laughed out the victor. "Alright you cunt, let's see what you got," he said with a smile on his face, but stretching his arms for his next opponent.

Ava threw the remainder of her drink to the side, resulting in the sound of glass shattering in the distance. She made eye contact with her opponent and made sure not to break it. She removed her leather jacket, gently tossing it to the first bystander next to her. She then removed her gray blouse, revealing a black sports bra with a small opening in the chest, hopefully showing just enough cleavage for a distraction advantage.

As she grabbed the rope with her slender pale hands, Ava carefully brought over each leg that was tightly covered in her blue denim jeans. Around the roped off arena, she could see money exchanging hands and hearing some say "cunt" and "Bruno" every so often. Unless she's mistaken, Ava was pretty safe to assume her opponent's name is Bruno. She tied her red hair into a makeshift ponytail and quickly got into a fighting stance. Bruno's smile turned to stone as he put his fists up, matching her stance.

In the corner, a spectator took out a serrated curved knife and stepped on a nearby wooden crate. Above him was a bell which the crowd fixated their eyes on. In one motion the man lunged towards the bell with his knife wielding hand.

DING! The fight had started.