Tori stopped pacing. She stood in the center of the living room, looking smaller than I’d ever seen her. The anger seemed to drain out of her, replaced by a sudden, crushing weariness. She rubbed her temples, closing her eyes.
By the third round, the pace had shifted. The challenger was winded, her movements becoming heavy. Tori saw the opening—a slight drop in the guard—and stepped in. It wasn't just one punch; it was a clinical display of power and timing. The arena erupted as the referee began the count. The Final Stand the big fight with tori black