Gil vs Joy - Meet, Greet and Bet

The girls climbed into the ring, looking up all the time. The Referee came up and spoke to the microphone.
"Okay, girls, I want a clean and fair fight. Ie, no low blows, eye-fingering, knees, kicks, bladed weapons, firearms, nor bladed weapons modified to also be firearms, as the ax-rifle...."
"Wow... This will be a 'girl fight'". - Moshe grumbled. Things were really different from the Israeli Army!
"Now, greet". - the Referee insisted on sportsmanship. Gil and Joy touched gloves, and tried to decipher what was on the look of one another: Gil wondered in how many seconds she would off take smirk from Joy's face; Joy imagined how long Gil could keep that fierce expression when she showed everything she could do now.

Just a few moments to start...

Meanwhile, in London, a group of businessmen appreciated their cloud of cigar smoke in the smoking lounge of Hotel Carlton, when Herr Dassler (CEO of Adidas AG) turned on the TV in the sports channel.
"Hey, Dwight, come here! You have to see it", he said, calling Dwight C. Meissner, CEO of Meissner Enterprises.
"Look, the blondie looks like your daughter". The screen showed the arena back in Ontario, as Gil and Joy made their entrance in the ring.
"Oy vey ... She was serious" Dwight was white as a sheet of paper.
"That is Jocelyn? Improper for a young woman like her, boxing like a street urchin", said Lord Rothschild.
"And dangerous. The defending champion is a killing machine".
"You actually accompanies these events, Dassler?".
"But of course! Adidas sponsors Giovanna since she became champion of Ontario. Always invest in new talent!"
"If Joy survives, she can visit our kickball team back in Woodcrest. We always need backup for the annual game against China"
"Well put, Wuncler. IF. Poor girl".
"Thanks for the support, pals. I'm thrilled".
"I bet $ 50,000 on the champion".
"I bet $ 20 000".
"The Sheik of Dubai bets $ 800,000". Apparently, someone passed the news via social network to potential business partners around the world.
"But what is it now?".
"Now, Dwight, how many times in life we see something like that again? Won't you bet in your daughter? We need SOMEONE to bet in her". Mr. Wuncler, always so subtle.
"With friends like you... I'll cover all bets against my daughter. I have faith in her".
"A loving father. Really touching, Dwight. Oh, how many wins the brunette girl has?".
"Fifty".
"$ 200 000 in the defending champion" said Lord Rothschild. He could have his standards, but he didn't get rich by following standards...

Back in Ontario, the bell rings.

"Ready? FIGHT!"