The kick—everyone saw it coming except the man whose waist it clobbered. I shuddered at the thud, bracing my own core, and watched as he crumpled.
The crowd boiled with cheers. Around me, people stamped their feet and stabbed the muggy air with their fists and screamed and screamed and screamed, ear-splitting yells as if the cowering, topless man in the boxing ring were their nemesis.
When we'd first walked into this arena a moment ago, the ring and stands around it had appeared like a fever dream, kapow, even brighter and dizzier than the nightlife street we'd left behind. In the center, two tattooed men in shorts traded blows with shiny boxing gloves, and the audience bellowed and booed. I'd stopped at the door, rapt. Then Henry, a head taller than most of the attendees, grabbed my forearm and led us deep into a pen of rowdy spectators.
The kick—everyone saw it coming except the man whose waist it clobbered. I shuddered at the thud, bracing my own core, and watched as he crumpled.
The crowd boiled with cheers. Around me, people stamped their feet and stabbed the muggy air with their fists and screamed and screamed and screamed, ear-splitting yells as if the cowering, topless man in the boxing ring were their nemesis.
When we'd first walked into this arena a moment ago, the ring and stands around it had appeared like a fever dream, kapow, even brighter and dizzier than the nightlife street we'd left behind. In the center, two tattooed men in shorts traded blows with shiny boxing gloves, and the audience bellowed and booed. I'd stopped at the door, rapt. Then Henry, a head taller than most of the attendees, grabbed my forearm and led us deep into a pen of rowdy spectators.
The kick—everyone saw it coming except the man whose waist it clobbered. I shuddered at the thud, bracing my own core, and watched as he crumpled.
The crowd boiled with cheers. Around me, people stamped their feet and stabbed the muggy air with their fists and screamed and screamed and screamed, ear-splitting yells as if the cowering, topless man in the boxing ring were their nemesis.
When we'd first walked into this arena a moment ago, the ring and stands around it had appeared like a fever dream, kapow, even brighter and dizzier than the nightlife street we'd left behind. In the center, two tattooed men in shorts traded blows with shiny boxing gloves, and the audience bellowed and booed. I'd stopped at the door, rapt. Then Henry, a head taller than most of the attendees, grabbed my forearm and led us deep into a pen of rowdy spectators. |
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