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Ouch That Hurt
As I stepped into the middle of the ring, Ricker looked at me and what seemed to be his favourite thing to do. He winked at me again. Suddenly Ricker throws a left punch at me. I jump back, but not in time. The shot connects with my shoulder. I stumble back a few steps. Holy s**t, that hurt. I don’t show that it hurt, though. I take my stance and wait for him to come towards me; he takes another swing with his left hand; I duck out of the way this time, as I’m coming back up I throw a right punch at him and connect with his face, he stumbles back this time, as he is trying to recover I throw another punch at him this time connecting with his stomach. As my hand connects with his abs, I hear a cracking noise, not paying too much attention to it. I take a couple of steps back; we dance aro
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