The arena smelled of stale smoke and beer, the ring of sweat and tears. Jump ropes slapping the floor and weights clanking against metal were the only sounds heard besides the heavy breathing and grunts of amature fighters. Feet moved swiftly from side to side as instructed by 'have-been' trainers. The only thing running through the mind of every fighter was how to be stronger,faster,bigger,''badder'; how to be the best. The arena was a place for those with some skill, yet alot of determination, a place for those who wanted to be the best, a place for those who had to win, a place for fighters, a place for
guys
So when she walked in, the weights clanked one last time, the slapping stopped,feet were still, every breath was held and everymind went blank
