<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At the Illegal Pitfight<br/>With Cut men and Trainers, intently watching the fight<br/></strong><br/>Susan was all business.  Well of course the sight of two scantily clad sleekly muscled lightly oiled up young women pounding the crap out of each other had a visceral attraction, but she was gauging the damage flying back and forth, estimating what each fighter's crew would have to deal with.<br/><br/>But she was mostly business.  Mostly.<br/><br/>Cherry was a rookie, all could tell.  Young, fast, strong, lots of potential, what would she be like once she hit her stride?  A choke hold like that was hard to get out of.  And potentially deadly if Cherry's blood was up, if she didn't let go soon enough.  John had made a vague job offer of a more permanent gig as his pet medic for his fights and races.  She'd turned him down, the audience this stuff drew wouldn't have liked the way she would have stopped fights.<br/><br/>Like this one, maybe.  She lunged out of her seat and scrambled around the pit to Flash's corner, yelled at her crew.  "If Cherry gets that hold locked solid, call the fight!  She's a rookie, her blood is up, she'll kill Flash without meaning to!"<br/><br/><strong>Edited to match Thufir's edited post.</strong>