The ref had us bow to each other. That felt calm and respectful, and, for a moment, I thought there might be hope—like we had settled our differences and could now leave in peace. But then the ref motioned for us to begin, and in an instant, everything changed. Kyle was released from the imaginary iron shackle around his neck. Pouncing off the floor, he…
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