JORDANI put on everything- from the gloves, the protective gear, the shoes. If not that it has become a routine, I would have forgotten what I was doing. Or how the hell to put the damn shoes on. It was all so heavy, that I wished I could kick it off, but I knew I needed it to protect myself. Never going to the ring barefooted!I took one last look in the mirror, my face a mask of worry. I wonder how I haven’t lost some weight, I think too much for my good. ‘I am ready for this.’ I began to assure myself.I walked out of the locker room, through the back door, and into the arena. The crowd was going wild, screaming and cheering as they saw me enter. I tried to block it all out, and focus on the fight ahead. And carefully, even with the bouncers guilding me past them, I made sure none of them touched me.My opponent was already in the ring, his eyes locked on me. Then I remember I don’t even know his name.I was beginning to think he was some newbie until his name was announced.
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