Jada's childhood was.. anything but stable. The inner-city ghetto housed her and her father, Mario. Mario Scoop was a big time hustler, and in fact, was probably one of the most memorable of the 90's Los Santos cartel.
What befell Jada at 17 would continue to baffle her to this very moment.
Mario had left her under the LS bridge with the finest RV drug money could buy, telling her to stay far, far away from him. Whether the mafia had finally had enough of him or he ticked off the wrong dude, nobody but him knew.
The next few years of her life were a hazy, inflamed blur. Filled with horrid memories of struggle, unrest, and anxiety.
Until one night when she accidentally discovered what would change her life. She drunkenly wandered into a bar closet, then down a set of stairs.
RRRRING
It was the sound of a crisp and rusty bell. Upon ringing, two burly motorcyclists got into a makeshift boxing ring and made their mark. Jada watched in amusement; something compelled her deep inside.
Once one dude was beaten black and blue, she stood up tall and cleared her throat. The entire room of big, intimidating men turned and chuckled at the sight of the teenage girl.
At the time, they had no idea that they were chuckling at the future undefeated champion of underground boxing.
Jada now owns who-knows-how-many low key boxing/fighting establishments, a bar or two, and even a strip club. She has strings that connect her name to nearly everyone in the Italian gang scene. Some mamas-boys have rumored that she sends most of her cash over to her father, and some say that she donates it to homeless shelters.
Whatever the scenario, Jada Scoop remains unbreakable.
