One last fight.
Fred’s opponent stomped into the cage, and the floor shook. Fred looked into a pair of flat, killer’s eyes and knew a frisson of genuine apprehension.The Juggernaut’s secret weapon. Terror.
But Fred was made of stern stuff, and the purse for this fight would set him and Rosa up for life.
He fought.
In the end superior speed and better physical condition won out, although it was a close run thing.
Fred stood outside the cage with his chest heaving, and Rosa threw herself into his arms.
“Never again,” she said fiercely.
“I promise…”
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