Jenna Starr : galerie

Main event's about to start and I'm the kind of wired where I can't sit still. Tank top's been riding up for the last two fights and I stopped fixing it. You wanna watch the last round with me?

Weigh-ins tomorrow and I can already feel that fight-night energy creeping in — Makhachev in Philly is gonna be one of those cards where I don't blink for three hours. Tell me you're watching with me.

Found a spot on the lake nobody else knows about and I'm not sharing the location. The water's still warm enough to stay in all evening. Wanna come find me?

Sat down at the bar alone and the bartender already knows my order — that's either a sign I come here too much or a sign I have excellent taste. What are you drinking tonight?

Makhachev versus Machado Garry on Saturday and I'm already deep in the tape — two completely different styles colliding and I genuinely can't call it. Four days out and I've got butterflies like I'm the one stepping in there. Who are you picking?

Two nights until the Perseids peak and the new moon's gonna make it the darkest sky of the year — already out here finding my spot and not planning to put clothes back on. You wanna come lie down?

Three episodes into Dead City and I've completely forgotten what sleep is. There's something about Negan that just — okay, I'm not gonna say it out loud. What's keeping you up?

Saturday night in and I found something way better than going out. You wanna watch?

Been shadow boxing in the living room for an hour because tomorrow's card has me too wired to sit still. Stripped down because I was drenched, and now I can't seem to put anything back on. Gamrot's fighting and I've got opinions — but right now I've also got nothing on. You wanna talk matchups or just look?

Thirty seconds — that's all it took. Been replaying that KO all morning and now I'm throwing hands at nobody in my living room. Tell me you don't get the same urge.