Psycho street fighting!!!1

Back in the day, I spent months learning Krav Maga. Months? Did I say months? It was years-- and I quickly became a master. I could go to any street in any city and DESTROY my opponents. I could put my finger under their nose and flip them on their backs with minimum effort. Soon enough, I started entering MMA competitions, thinking I needed to test my capacities-- and there, too, I confess I DESTROYED my opponents. People across the world were afraid of me. Men and women both ont he streets fled from my call, which was a trilling kree resembling Xena; Warrior Princess. I became known by this sound in the MMA circles, where 250lb men would piss themselves and cry when they heard my trill, and have to be held in the ring by even larger men. Even Curtis Yarvin was afraid of me, as I beat him up one time too. To be fair, he deserved it. Anyway. I was the top of my game. Until one night. One fateful, dark, complex and rainy night when I met my match; a PSYCHO STREET FIGHTER named Jessica. I was walking the rainy streets of Rome. People fled in all directions when they saw me coming, as even the Italians had heard of me by then. A man twice my size began weeping and begged for his life. But down the street, one woman stood her ground. What is this? I wondered. Who is this character, this fool, who knows too little of my skill to fear me? Suddenly, a piercing bolt of agony seared across my temples. My god, what is this? I approached further, and out of the dark shadows a figure emerged. She was short and mild-seeming, wearing a pale pink dress with eyes