So much had changed in my life, especially with my fighting. My strength was in my ground game. I took to grappling like a gun dog retrieving prey. The rest of the team thought I was a force to reckon with.
I thought my right cross was my strongest shot. Every time I delivered one, it shook my opponent. I remembered how I used it to knock the shit out of the prick who came on to me. It was my finest moment.
Someone entered the tiny changing room. “You’re on deck.”
Royce double-checked the closure on my gloves. “Ready to do this?”
I nodded, but the gesture didn’t mirror how I felt. Honestly, I hoped I wouldn’t throw up in the cage.
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