The ring is cold and the gym is falling apart, and for a brief moment Micah is down—breath torn from him, body curled tight against the shock of it. Pain rips through him and he doesn’t hide it; he rides it out on the mat, jaw clenched, refusing to give the room the satisfaction of surrender. This is the part no highlight reel wants—the seconds after the cheap shot, when toughness isn’t about dominance, but about getting back up anyway.
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