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The lights dim , an ominous feeling creeps over the people seated at the edge of their rusty seats , waiting in anticipation for the fists and legs to start swinging . Shivers run down my spine when a bright light casts down on the boxing ring , catching everyone's attention in excitement . A string of whispers follow around the building and I’m baffled at how many people occupy the seats , knowing full well that this entire event is illegal .
Straightening in my seat , I don't dare avert my eyes from the boxing ring . My hands run up and down my jean clad thighs , my heart raging against my ribcage and my breath coming out in harsh bursts of air . I’ve only ever witnessed something like this on television , so sitting here right now , knowing that in a few minutes there’s goin
