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The Tale of the Tape:

Levi Tavertson -
23 y/o
5’ 10”
152 lbs.
Southpaw
3-1-0 (2 KO)

Samantha Armstrong
24 y/o
5’ 9”
145 lbs.
Boxer-Puncher/Slugger
2-0-0 (2 KO)

The announcer had just finished naming the fighters standing across each other in the ring, but Samantha Armstrong couldn’t help but be lost in thought as she stood tall in her corner, the crowd just white noise to her as her mind began to wander. It had been a long time since she was positioned so low on a fight card, let alone in the opening match. Sam always took it as a small source of pride that her skill and abilities, as well as maybe some other factors, often kept her away from the undercard. Sam thought to herself that perhaps it was something she had taken for granted for a long time as the undercard was always reserved for up and comers needing experience, fighters past their primes looking for that last moment of fleeting glory, or fighters meant to give the crowd a break. The few times Sam was positioned on the undercard she found herself as a part of the opening fight. In Sam’s mind, as an opener, there was always an extra factor to her fights; setting the tone for the rest of the night, to get the crowd going, and to challenge everyone after her to follow her performance. Sam’s trainer Cassandra Langley frequently admonished Sam for her change of style to “set the tone” rather than fighting her own fight and focus solely on winning the match as was doing so again as the two found themselves the first act of a brutal multi-act theater.

But those feelings didn’t matter to the man standing at the opposite corner as her; a man as ugly as he was mean, a man who was bigger and stronger than her, a man by the name of Levi Taverston. The one, sole object on Levi’s brain that bounced back and forth infecting every facet of his mind and being; payback. The dull thud of his gloves punching together echoing over the static crowd noise as Sam could easily see that Levi just wanted the bell to ring and for the fists to start flying, his eyes never leaving away from Sam.
“Not the type of stare you’re accustomed to Sam?” Cass broke in, trying to break the tension and bringing Sam’s mind back into the fight and away from wherever it might have been wandering off to. Sam couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, flashing her pretty smile as she did, but before she could properly respond the referee interjected himself.
“Fighters! To the center of the ring!” The ref yelling out, waving his hands, motioning for both fighters to join him. Sam turned towards Cass and responded instead with a little smile before Cass tapped Sam on the shoulder before the two made their path towards the center of the ring, Sam leading the way. Levi doing the same as his gaze never directing away from Sam. The rage boiling up inside of Levi with each step, his teeth digging deeper into his mouth guard, fists balling tighter in his gloves, his stride growing longer, eyes narrowing, muscles tensing, stomping, growling. Until Levi couldn’t hold it back any further, charging right in at Sam with fist cocked back. Sam, her fists pointed downwards, caught completely unaware until it was too late, Levi’s lust for revenge had struck as he lashed out, his fist crashing upwards into Sam’s chin, instantly snapping her head back as blood sprayed freely into the air. Cass gasped, instinctively clenching her fists before the arena gasped in unison preceding a mixture of cheers and howls of discontent as Sam hit the mat with a loud thud.
The referee quickly stepped between the two fighters as Cass fell quickly to her knees, checking on Sam, blood trailing down Sam’s chin from her mouth, eyes half open. The fight hadn’t even started and Sam was already down, and if the fight had started the ref would have counted to ten before Sam was able to finally come to thanks to Cass’ expert help, but Sam wasn’t quite all there as her head looked to be on a swivel with a far off look in her eyes.
“Huh bitch! Look at you now!” Levi taunted, waving at Sam to get back up to her feet and fight as the ref called out to the judges outside of the ring for Levi to be penalized as Sam, shakily, started to get back up to her feet with Cass’ help.

The message was clear, this wasn’t going to be a boxing match. This was going to be a fight, a war. The tone had been set.

Description
The Tale of the Tape:

Levi Tavertson -
23 y/o
5’ 10”
152 lbs.
Southpaw
3-1-0 (2 KO)

Samantha Armstrong
24 y/o
5’ 9”
145 lbs.
Boxer-Puncher/Slugger
2-0-0 (2 KO)

The announcer had just finished naming the fighters standing across each other in the ring, but Samantha Armstrong couldn’t help but be lost in thought as she stood tall in her corner, the crowd just white noise to her as her mind began to wander. It had been a long time since she was positioned so low on a fight card, let alone in the opening match. Sam always took it as a small source of pride that her skill and abilities, as well as maybe some other factors, often kept her away from the undercard. Sam thought to herself that perhaps it was something she had taken for granted for a long time as the undercard was always reserved for up and comers needing experience, fighters past their primes looking for that last moment of fleeting glory, or fighters meant to give the crowd a break. The few times Sam was positioned on the undercard she found herself as a part of the opening fight. In Sam’s mind, as an opener, there was always an extra factor to her fights; setting the tone for the rest of the night, to get the crowd going, and to challenge everyone after her to follow her performance. Sam’s trainer Cassandra Langley frequently admonished Sam for her change of style to “set the tone” rather than fighting her own fight and focus solely on winning the match as was doing so again as the two found themselves the first act of a brutal multi-act theater.

But those feelings didn’t matter to the man standing at the opposite corner as her; a man as ugly as he was mean, a man who was bigger and stronger than her, a man by the name of Levi Taverston. The one, sole object on Levi’s brain that bounced back and forth infecting every facet of his mind and being; payback. The dull thud of his gloves punching together echoing over the static crowd noise as Sam could easily see that Levi just wanted the bell to ring and for the fists to start flying, his eyes never leaving away from Sam.
“Not the type of stare you’re accustomed to Sam?” Cass broke in, trying to break the tension and bringing Sam’s mind back into the fight and away from wherever it might have been wandering off to. Sam couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle, flashing her pretty smile as she did, but before she could properly respond the referee interjected himself.
“Fighters! To the center of the ring!” The ref yelling out, waving his hands, motioning for both fighters to join him. Sam turned towards Cass and responded instead with a little smile before Cass tapped Sam on the shoulder before the two made their path towards the center of the ring, Sam leading the way. Levi doing the same as his gaze never directing away from Sam. The rage boiling up inside of Levi with each step, his teeth digging deeper into his mouth guard, fists balling tighter in his gloves, his stride growing longer, eyes narrowing, muscles tensing, stomping, growling. Until Levi couldn’t hold it back any further, charging right in at Sam with fist cocked back. Sam, her fists pointed downwards, caught completely unaware until it was too late, Levi’s lust for revenge had struck as he lashed out, his fist crashing upwards into Sam’s chin, instantly snapping her head back as blood sprayed freely into the air. Cass gasped, instinctively clenching her fists before the arena gasped in unison preceding a mixture of cheers and howls of discontent as Sam hit the mat with a loud thud.
The referee quickly stepped between the two fighters as Cass fell quickly to her knees, checking on Sam, blood trailing down Sam’s chin from her mouth, eyes half open. The fight hadn’t even started and Sam was already down, and if the fight had started the ref would have counted to ten before Sam was able to finally come to thanks to Cass’ expert help, but Sam wasn’t quite all there as her head looked to be on a swivel with a far off look in her eyes.
“Huh bitch! Look at you now!” Levi taunted, waving at Sam to get back up to her feet and fight as the ref called out to the judges outside of the ring for Levi to be penalized as Sam, shakily, started to get back up to her feet with Cass’ help.

The message was clear, this wasn’t going to be a boxing match. This was going to be a fight, a war. The tone had been set.