Beat Down Access

: Leo channeled every ounce of his remaining strength and drove his right fist directly into Marcus's liver.

: Leo's vision was swimming, blurring the aggressive crowd into a sea of screaming faces. beat down

: Every breath felt like inhaling shards of broken glass. : Leo channeled every ounce of his remaining

The neon sign of the hole-in-the-wall gym buzzed like a trapped hornet, casting a sickly yellow glow over the cracked linoleum floor. Leo stood in the center of the ring, his knuckles raw and his breathing ragged. The neon sign of the hole-in-the-wall gym buzzed

: Instead of backing away as he had done all night, Leo stepped into the danger, slipping just inside Marcus's massive arm.

: Marcus's momentum left his ribs completely exposed for a split second.

The arena fell into a deafening silence. Leo stood over the fallen champion, his chest heaving. He didn't throw another punch. He didn't need to. He had survived the ultimate physical thrashing and delivered a single, perfect counter.