~CAKE~
My opponent was already in the ring by the time I got there.
He was tall, a few inches bigger than me, and heavier too, but he didn’t look slow. His shoulders were tight, not relaxed, like he was either nervous or trying too hard to look tough. His weight sat mostly on his front leg. That was a mistake if he kept it there.
I bounced lightly on my feet, testing my balance and adjusting my gloves. My body felt ready, like it already knew what was coming. Good. I needed that tonight.
I needed to hit something.
The past few days had been sitting in my chest like a bad bruise, and I had no way to let it out until now.
He watched me. I watched him right back.
The referee stepped between us and said his usual lines. I barely heard a word.
The bell rang.
We started circling each ot
