Colleen never would fight when she had junk in her system, it was the only pure thing in her life at the moment, that her odd relationship with the old man at the shoppe. Thankfully she had plenty of time before the fight to purge it from her system so that she could focus, this time the jitters were about the fight ahead of her. She had seen Eymen fight before, the passion that came with every strike to his opponent was a tool that he used to continue on. Colleen had once had that in her life, the passion for fighting had burned as bright as the sun when her father was alive, but now it barely flickered as she simply went through the motions without much feeling. She had lived for her father's approval and guidance, for his happiness and love, and now she had nothing to fill her with that same passion and drive. Why did she even fight anymore? It was as she told the old man in the shoppe, it was all she knew, and it was the only thing she could do well in her own eyes.<br/><br/>It was an early fight, the sky still several hours away from darkness, and it was not typical for her to do a day fight as there was less of a crowd, but she never turned down a chance to let out the rage she still had a hard time harnessing. Having found a corner rather than go to the bathroom or anywhere else, Colleen had begun to wrap tape around her hands when she looked up into the crowd and saw the old man looking down at her and she offered a nod of her head, her demeanor here quite different than it was in the shoppe, her brain more focused without that coke running through it.<br/><br/>Most of her opponents were quite disrespectful when they found that it was her in the ring awaiting them, but there was something in Eymen's gaze as they looked at each other as the announcer began to pump up the crowd. She had never spoken to him as he always left as soon as he got out of the ring, but she knew a little of his life and why he took to the ring and she respected that. She would never throw a fight, she would never go easier on anyone for any reason, it was a matter of respect to her. One must fight hard to obtain that which they need and want or it wouldn't be worth it. Watching him enter the ring Colleen pushed the hood of her red hoodie off of her head before taking it off and tossing it to the side, the black tank top giving her easy arm mobility.<br/><br/>A nod was given to the large man as she let her mind go silent and her breathing became in sink with her heart beat, the moment of zen she typically took just before her opponent took their first move, and it had worked. He had charged right at her, just as she expected he would and as soon as he got close enough she stepped out of the way and let him run the full distance, but was soon down as his foot met with her knee and it buckled sending her to the mat with a dull thud, but she was quick to her feet sticking him with several jabs in a row.<i>Just keep moving Colleen, the bigger they are the easier they run out of energy, the harder they fall. </i>