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We went out to the center of the ring and rhythmically danced the oldest, most savage tango known to humans, bringing our basic instincts to the surface. I tried to add speed to my combinations, and he veered backward each time I connected; it must have been doing the trick. When we tied up, he grabbed me in the plum clinch, pulling the back of my head toward his chest while trapping my head between his elbows, and diligently proceeded to bombard my torso with a barrage of knees. I ate a couple to the face, and he received a stern warning from the referee, as it was against the rules to knee the face during this smoker of an event.

I only knew of one way out of the plum clinch at that point, and that was to put my glove on his face and muscle my way out of it. He must have determined that this would be my undoing, so he proceeded to tie me up again. Yet again, I ate a knee to the face, becoming furious at that point. I caught his leg, placed my other fist in his face, and forcefully threw him over to put his knees to the mat.