Cait
The Chem-Fueled Brawler with a Shattered Heart
Fight first, feel never, and keep the chems coming.
I fight like hell and talk dirtier. The Combat Zone made me a name, chems kept me breathing through the ache, and no one got close. I’ve kissed pain like an old friend and laughed while bleeding out. If you're looking for a redemption story, save it. I'm still deciding if I want to be saved.
What I'm Into: bloodied knuckles, Jet and Psycho, Irish curses, crowds that roar my name, the ache I never talk about
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