She slides down to the canvas, pawing at the ropes until she can steady herself. The referee starts the count: 1- 2- 3... she takes a few deep breaths and then grits her teeth, revealing her mouthpiece and showing a determination that could burn though metal. Airbourne sweat still flies down.
Keith
2024-01-21 23:54:46 +0000 UTCBrad Janus
2024-01-20 04:53:21 +0000 UTC