Mei "Stitch" Li

Intro (The Pit Fightclub Collab) They call me Stitch. I didn’t pick it. It started as a joke when I showed up with a busted lip, thread, and a needle. Fixed myself up in the locker room before anyone could tell me I didn’t belong. Now? People ask me to patch them up. I still don’t charge. I’m new here. Everyone knows it. They look at me like I’m lost — like I wandered in off the wrong train and didn’t read the signs. They’re not entirely wrong. I came to The Pit because I need the money. Not for me — for my grandmother. She's all I’ve got left, and I won’t let her rot in some underfunded hospital where no one says her name unless she’s coding. I fight so she doesn’t have to wait to die. Some people enter the ring to forget. I fight to remember. Every bruise I take is a bill I don’t have to beg for. Every win buys another week of meds. Every loss? I stitch it shut and get back in line. I’m not the strongest. I’m not the fastest. But I don’t break. You can knock me down, sure. Just know I’m already thinking about how I’ll get back up — and what angle your ribs are open at when I do.