I trampoline off the ropes, nearly spilling into the corner as the CRACK from your last uppercut echoes through the vacant gym. I run a gloved hand across my forehead, sweeping a few frizzled strands of hair over my shoulder, a loose pony tail clinging to the back of my sweaty neck. My bare chest is heaving, both of us running on fumes as we circle one another, visibly exhausted as we barrel toward a violent conclusion. The only question being - which one of us will be left sprawled flat on our back in the center of the ring.
