Chapter 1
“You’ve never won a fight? Are you serious?” Rebecca’s mouth hung open in shock. My wife stared back at her, her mouth tight with anger. An awkward silence permeated the dinner table.
“No,” my wife admitted. I could tell that she was pissed, and so could Rebecca and Mark. Elena had never been one to hide her emotions to spare the feelings of others.
“I’m just surprised,” Rebecca said, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “I haven’t been fighting that long, but I have three wins at this point. You’ve been doing jiu-jitsu for a year and a half and striking classes for six months, and you still haven’t won?”
Elena’s eyes shot daggers. “The competition’s a little stiffer in MMA than in your slutty soccer mom fight club,” she snapped.
Rebecca laughed loudly. I looked over at Mark, Rebecca’s husband and grimaced. This wasn’t going well.
“Slutty soccer mom fight club? So that’s all there is to it?” Rebecca said, eyebrows raised.
“Are you serious? Topless fighting? No holds barred? That shit only exists for guys to get off. An average blue belt would crush every woman in that league without breaking a sweat.” Elena gulped down a significant amount of wine, then set the glass down a little too firmly.