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- May 10, 2019
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NAR SHADDAA
23:31
"He called your mother trash!" spat an ugly voice through the cage. It sounded strange. At first Abe grizzled to the comment, angered in agreement with the stranger; ya, ya he did. But then he wondered if the man meant Abe, and he couldn't remember if he was the one who'd said it.
His shoulders were jostled by hands groping his bare skin through the gate, shirtless and staring down his opponent like he'd just woken up from a dream, drunk with more than booze. He only accepted it, obviously, as he stumbled from their prodding and rounded his arms with numbed fists gripping at some thin cloth wrapped around his knuckles. Bodies lined the fencing as addicts shook the links fanatically and cheers joined cackles and beastly calls. Fingers wagged at faces as bets took final form. And the inevitability of it all closed in around the two fighters, with nothing but their fists.
"Here we go, kiddies!" shouted a voice from a crackling sound system, swooping lights cutting through the dark cold hue. The burly man walked to the center, between the fighters, and spat at the blood stain on the mat. "We got two more givin' it a crack! Do your deals now cuz this is it! Who wants to see some blood!" He looked to each fighter, then waved his hands in for them to go at it.
Feeling wrapped up with some inexplicable anger at the other fighter, some argument ringing all jumbled in his memory, Abe obeyed the call and met his opponent in the center of the ring, coming out swinging.
With his left foot forward, hands up and elbows in, Abe led with a left jab at his opponent's nose.
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