Princess by Day, Ten-Time Champion by Night

I'm the long-lost daughter of America's biggest boxing dynasty—and I can't even twist open a water bottle.

My brothers own championship belts. Me? I nap on the couch while my housekeeper cuts my strawberries. Dad calls me his princess. The internet calls me a useless brat.

What nobody knows: before the Callahans found me, I spent ten years fighting underground. Ten-fight win streak. They called me The Masked Reaper.

Then eight rival gyms raided our place on livestream. They knocked down Dad. Broke both my brothers. Stomped on our family name.

So I picked up the gloves.