The Girl Who Sees All
Inside the octagon, Spencer and Collin locked eyes, both gazes sharp and intense.
As expected, Collin glanced over at Melody, his look openly taunting. “Oh? So it was this chick last night that helped you scrape by against Gabriel?
“She’s got son
some skills, I’ll give her that. Too bad she’s just a girl. She might be able to coach from the sidelines, but if she actually stepped into the ring, she’d get her face smashed in.”
Collin sneered, his eyes roving over Melody’s body with a lecherous smirk. Despite her slender frame, the well–defined lines of her abs showed she wasn’t some delicate, defenseless girl.
Still, to him, she was just that–a girl.
No amount of gym work could bridge the physical gap between men and women. As far as he was concerned, he could take her down with a single punch.
The mention of Melody made Spencer’s face darken.
Melody knew Collin was deliberately trying to provoke Spencer, so she stepped in to calm him.
“Spence, keep it together,” she said.
“He’s just trying to throw you off your game. Don’t let him get in your head–just stick to what I told you.” As soon as she finished speaking, Spencer steadied himself and prepared to fight.
The referee gave the signal.
Both fighters circled cautiously along the edge of the cage, neither rushing in. Collin made the first move, using his footwork and throwing jabs, straight punches, and long hooks as he danced around the ring. looking to disrupt Spencer’s rhythm with constant strikes.
He pressed in close to make Spencer react, then countered any attempts to close the distance with heavy blows.
Seeing Spencer struggling to get inside, Collin switched up his tactics, keeping him at bay with straight punches and trying to break through with uppercuts.
His experience showed–he moved fast, cutting across the ring with practiced case.
Spencer, though, had a mental block weighing him down. He started to falter, taking three hits, each punch landing hard on his skull.
The pain was a sharp reminder, snapping him back to focus, but his legs still felt like they were moving through sludge, his rhythm completely thrown.
“Spence, use your footwork. Keep bouncing in and out to mess up his timing.” Melody called out, her brows knit in frustration as she noticed the fresh bruise forming on his face.
Her expression turned grim.
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She knew Spencer’s abaires were far beyond what he was showing–his real battle was with his own inner
Pour first, the needed to help Spencer get over this mental block
“Torget his body, slow him down.” Melody ordered.
Spencer followed each command instantly, finally sending into a steady rhythm.
But the first round ended
The score: Collin, three points. Spencer, zero.
During the one–minute break. Spencer slumped against the side of the cage as Nolan frowned, feeding him water.
Melody stood just behind him, her face pale holding back her frustration
She looked at the mess of injuries on Spencer’s face–twas bloodied and raw
The proud, reckless spirit he usually carried had been battered down by Collin’s relentless attacks.
She couldn’t let this go on
She couldn’t just watch Spencer get pushed around like this.
The break ended
The fight resumed.
Melody had used the first round to study Collin’s techniques, crafting a strategy suited to Spencer’s
counterattack
Every call she made allowed Spencer to synchronize his movements with her guidance, creating a synergy that made them more than the sum of their parts.
The match had reached a turning point, a thrilling showdown where the stakes couldn’t be higher.
“Ahhh! Melody is incredible! How does she keep predicting Camel’s moves and guiding Carlos to intercept every punch? It’s like every command stops Camel rigig before he can hit Carlos’s knees!”
“This isn’t just coaching–she’s like a strategist out of an ancient war! I swear, if Carlos pulls off a tonight, it’s all because of her!”
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“Honestly, though, Camel’s punches are getting more vicious with every round. Even with Melody’s guidance, Carlon looks shaken. It’s like he’s afraid of Camel and can’t bring himself to strike back.”
