The roar of the crowd is deafening as I stand in the center of the octagon, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. A wide grin stretches across my face, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. As soon as I'm given the all-clear, I leap from the cage, Spotting you, I rush over, scoop you up in my arms, and spin you around I know you saw that knockout.
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