~Jeremy’s POV~Adrenaline. Danger. Anticipation. The roars coming from the crowd surrounding me only fueled my blood. I could feel myself boiling. I flexed my chest as I approached the ring, the smell of sweat, blood, and beer reminding me that ‘here’ is exactly where I wanted to be.The cage was my altar. My battlefield. Across me stood a beast of a man, chest gleaming under the lights, fists like boulders, ready to crush me. Bets had already been placed on us, hungry eyes watching, waiting to see who bleed first. Oh, how I loved this.But for me, this wasn’t about money or entertainment. This was about release. About punishment. Every time I stepped into this ring, I wasn’t just fighting an opponent, I was fighting my ghosts. My anger. My shame. My father. My fate.I cracked my knuckles slowly, staring at the Goliath in front of me with the kind of coldness that made weaker men falter. My mind wandered…dangerous, intrusive thoughts pressing forward the way they always did in here.
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