I spent 15 years training Marines in hand-to-hand combat, and my rule was simple

the door, the smell hit him: sweat, testosterone, and arrogance. Twenty fighters were scattered across the space. Dustin Freeman stood near a cage, laughing with his coach, Perry Cox, and three other fighters. Dustin was tall, muscular, covered in tattoos, with that predatory confidence that came from never facing real consequences.

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