The audience go wild, loud whistles and clapping along with stamping their feet on the warehouse’s stone floor, reverberates around the vast space. I breathe deep through my nose and blow out through my mouth as I jump on the spot behind the locker room doors. My hands are wrapped and ready to fly, my blue and gold robe flutters around me as my body bounces on my feet. I shake my hands, uncoiling them and refisting to get into my zone. My eyes are shut as I roll my neck, clicking the bones beneath. My eyes fly open when the doors are swung outward, revealing the flashing lights that effectively blind me, keeping me in place. The noise is loud, louder than it ever has been. As I take my first steps out into the limelight, the cameras of the MMA paparazzi go off, documenting my every step as I make my way slowly to the ring where my opponent is waiting and watching me with narrowed eyes. The guy isn’t anything big, but he’s been in the game for a few years and has been itching to get a fight with me…just like every other fucker that comes into this profession, if you can call it that.I keep my face expressionless as I climb the steps to enter the ring.
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