Sweat starts to roll down your face, burning your eyes and clouding your vision. Suddenly a quick swoosh of your opponents jab buzzes by, as you quickly duck to avoid the impact. The roar of the crowd starts to fill air and your head; only surpassed by the pounding of your heart beat, as if it was an out of control bass drum. “Swoosh,” as your opponents swing just misses its mark again. You and your opponent start shuffling about the ring, as if a coordinated dance, as you both battle for positioning.
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