Sometimes you need to fight. It doesn't matter if you have a reason or not, you just really need to vent some steam. Your palms get sweaty, your eyes go red with rage, and you feel an internal heat begin to rise within the pit of your stomach. You gotta throw a fist or two to expel that heat. If you don't cool yourself down quick enough, you might explode. It's not a matter of honor, pride, or anger. It just happens, and when it does, your body refuses your mind. You strike out your fists – Not at your opponent, but your common sense, your better judgement, and your moral compass. By the time your body has cooled down, all that's left is the shakes and a feeling of pure unfiltered ecstacy.
Atomic Fireball lived/lives for the moment. She was a lightweight boxer from Ireland that fought and kept earning her title as a champion over and over again. It wasn't enough though, she wanted to compete with big shots that rivaled all stars like Tyson and Foreman. Her sex kept that dream from happening though, and injury forced the fiery Irish woman to retire at an early age. Never one to quit, she quickly bounced and tried to earn her title back, but her previous injury kept others hesitant in taking her back in. The rising star had fallen. Her title was gone. She didn't care though, she just wanted to fight for the sake of it. The rumors of an infamous fight club called The Candy Shopseemed to be the perfect outlet. The fireball would shine again.