The camera snapped to life, revealing the stark white walls of Knockoutman’s mat room, the blue mats stretching out like an endless sea. The air was thick with anticipation as Marie-Anne’s bare feet padded softly against the cold vinyl, her body a coil of restless energy. She paced like a caged...
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