“J, you look like a ghost just popped out,” Xero shouts, snapping me back to reality. I force my face into a mask of calmness, even though inside I’m calculating escape routes. Let’s be real, I know my wins and losses, and this guy? This might not be a match I walk away from smiling. They might have to literally drag me off the floor when he’s done.
“Let the match begin!” Xero yells, and the room erupts. He spins, giving me the nod that signals it’s go time. I exhale and step into the ring, forcing my nerves down into a tight ball.
Not gonna lie…there’s a solid chance I get wrecked tonight. But I’m still gonna give it my all. I strip off my shirt, toss it over the ropes, and catch a few betting glances. Unsurprisingly, they’re all for Firestorm.
I take a deep breath, planting my feet f
