This wasn't her plan. America had wanted to stay as far away from mixed martial arts for as long as possible because, yes, she was still a little bit bitter. Sue her. Actually, she was doing a wonderful job at avoiding her scarring childhood memories until a little subtle force kindly nudged her in the direction of this old pastime. By "subtle force" she meant a very convincing Kate, and by "kindly nudged" she meant that she went along with it because - let's face it - she couldn't say no.
So far, everything was going great. I mean, they hadn't started MMA training yet, but everything should have remained nice and fluffy unless America accidentally threw Kate. Again. Oh, geez, she was stressing herself out again. She just really wanted to impress Kate and not mess up anything and just, she didn't know, run off into the sunset punching things with her. Was that too much to ask?
"Ready for our rematch, princess?" That was good. Okay, now she could shut up since those were most likely the most words she'd said all week.