AGW Quarter-final match 3/4: Adeline Rudolph vs Anna Sawai

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ADELINE RUDOLPH (5'8 1/2)


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ANNA SAWAI (5'1)




After beating the 5'10 Zendaya into oblivion, Anna was riding high. She looked up at Adeline Rudolph and just smiled.
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Adeline smiled back. Then she bent down and whispered in Anna's face, "I'm not Zendaya"
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Anna didn't wait for the bell to signal the start. She launched herself forward like a rocket.
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The sudden launch caught Adeline completely off guard, leaving her frozen for a split second of pure shock. She didn't even have time to raise her arms before Anna collided with her chest.
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Anna didn't stop at the collision; she used the momentum to drive her fists straight down. She rained down a series of fast, hammering blows, targeting Adeline's chest with everything she had. The force of the blows pushed Adeline backward until she fell over her own feet.
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She felt like she was dreaming, but the stinging on her chest was too real to be a dream. With Adeline pinned to the canvas, Anna stayed on top of her, her arms moving like pistons. Every punch landed against Adeline's bikini top, the fabric stretching and snapping under the force. Adeline tried to bring her arms up to protect her face, but Anna was too fast, circling her hits to keep the pressure on her chest and ribs.
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Anna yelled, though the roar of the crowd almost drowned out her voice. She scrambled over the ropes and sprinted toward the front row. The fans reached out to touch her shoulders and hair, their cheers making the entire Yum Arena shake. For a few minutes, Anna forgot about the fight entirely, basking in the gold light of the spotlights and the feeling of being the most important person in the room.
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Adeline's world was spinning like a top. When she finally opened her eyes, the bright lights of the arena looked like smeared streaks of white paint across a dark ceiling. She didn't know where Anna had gone, but she clumsily rolled under the ropes on the padded floor below.
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Anna had spent those few minutes with the fans charging up like a battery, and now she wanted to let all that energy out on Adeline. She vaulted over the top rope with a loud shout, her feet hitting the canvas with a heavy thud that signaled the end of the break. She didn't wait for Adeline to stand up fully. Anna sprinted across the ring, her eyes locked on her opponent, moving with a speed that made her look like a blur of color under the bright lights. She leaped onto and over the ropes and landed on the prone woman.
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Adeline's head was swimming, and the world had turned into a kaleidoscope of flashing colors. She couldn't tell if she was lying on her back or her stomach. Every time she tried to focus, the room tilted.
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In one fluid motion, Anna shoved Adeline's face right into the soft, curvy parts of her ass. Adeline felt the tight fabric of Anna's bikini bottom press firmly against her nose and cheeks, blocking out the lights of the arena.
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Adeline's eyes flew open; all she could see was the bright neon fabric of Anna's bikini. The sudden lack of air made her panic. She planted both her palms firmly against Anna's hips and shoved with every bit of strength she had left. Anna turned toward Adeline and was speared into the guardrail.
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When Anna hit the metal, the bolts snapped with a sound like a gunshot, and the entire section of the railing collapsed inward. It was as if Anna had turned into a human wrecking ball, and the metal disintegrated under her weight, folding into a jagged pile of steel and plastic. She didn't just hit the rail--she went right through it, disappearing into the gap between the ring and the front row of the audience. Because Adeline was still holding onto Anna, she went along for the ride, crashing through the railing, sending people scattering and popcorn and soda and other food and drink flying into the air.
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They weren't fighting anymore; they were just two tired girls lying in a pile of trash while drunks around them cheered.
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When Adeline made it her feet first, she picked up where she left off.
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The daze was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp focus. Before Anna could even blink the beer out of her eyes, Adeline grabbed her by the hair and the bikini strap, whipping her around with a force that made Anna's head snap. She launched a right hook that landed square on Anna's jaw, sending the smaller girl spinning backward into the wreckage of the guardrail.
She lifted her foot high and brought it down like a hammer, her heel slamming into Anna's stomach. The air left Anna's lungs in a loud *whoosh*, her eyes bulging as she curled into a ball. Adeline didn't stop there; she began stomping left and right, her feet hitting Anna's ribs and midsection.
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The more she thought about how Anna got the jump on her, the angrier she got. The angrier she got, the harder she stomped. It was like she was literally trying to kill her.
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"Get up!" Adeline screamed, her voice cracking from the effort. She grabbed Anna by the shoulders and hauled her up out of the trash. Anna's face was red, and she looked like she had just seen a ghost. For a second, Anna just stared at Adeline, her chest heaving up and down. She looked like she was about to give up, but then a tiny, mischievous smile crept onto her lips.
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"Is that all you got?" She asked Adeline.
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Adeline didn't answer with words; she answered with a fist. She grabbed Anna by the collar of her bikini top and started shaking her, treating her like a chew toy. Adeline unleashed a flurry of punches. She wasn't just fighting now; she was dominating. She drove Anna back into the wreckage of the guardrail and began to beat her like a dog, raining down heavy blows that didn't let up for a single second. Every time Anna tried to lift her hands to cover her face, Adeline would swat them away and find another spot to hit.
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"Show me them worthless tits!" She screamed at Anna as she violently shredded her bikini top.
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With the bikini top now nothing more than colorful rags hanging off Anna's skin, Adeline clamped her teeth down hard on Anna's chest. It wasn't a gentle nibble; it was a fierce, hungry bite that made Anna scream and arch her back against the cold metal of the broken railing. Anna swung her arms wildly, trying to punch Adeline's head to break the grip. She landed a few messy hits on Adeline's cheeks, but it wasn't enough. Adeline was like a bulldog, refusing to let go, her teeth sinking deeper into the soft skin of Anna's chest.
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Adeline finally let go, pulling back with a sharp snap of her teeth that left Anna slumped against the jagged metal of the guardrail, her body shaking. She looked like a broken doll, her chest heaving and her skin bright red where Adeline had clamped down.
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She grabbed Anna by the wrists and began to drag her across the concrete floor. Anna was too tired to fight back, her feet trailing behind her like a rag doll. Adeline hauled her up the steps and tossed her back over the ropes with a loud thud. The ring canvas felt like a cloud compared to the hard floor, but Anna didn't have time to enjoy it. Adeline dove on top of her instantly, crossing her arms over Anna's chest and pressing her weight down with everything she had.
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The referee slid into place, her hands hitting the mat. "One!" She shouted. Anna's eyes were wide, staring up at the bright lights of the Yum Arena. "Two!" The crowd was screaming, the sound vibrating through the floor. Just as the referee's hand started to drop for the final count, Anna gave one giant, desperate heave. She arched her back and shoved Adeline upward, breaking the hold just in time. The referee's hand stopped in mid-air. It was only a two-count.
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Adeline didn't care that the pin had failed; she was just glad Anna was awake so she could keep hurting her. As soon as Anna's back hit the canvas again, Adeline pounced. She didn't go for a hold or a wrestling move. Instead, she pinned Anna's wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to start a brutal assault. She began hammering her fist directly into the center of Anna's chest, hitting the soft skin where her bikini top used to be.
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Adeline decided she was done with the punching for a moment. She wanted everyone in the Yum Arena to see exactly who was in charge. She reached down and grabbed Anna by her ankles, hauling her up from the canvas. Anna was so exhausted that she didn't even try to crawl away; she just slid across the floor like a heavy sack of flour. Adeline began to drag her in a wide circle around the ring, pulling her by the legs while Anna's back bounced and rubbed against the rough fabric of the mat.
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Adeline collapsed her whole body weight onto Anna's stomach, squeezing the air out of her like a balloon. She wrapped her long arms around Anna's neck and shoulders, locking her in a tight embrace that felt more like a vice than a hug. She pressed her chest hard against Anna's bare skin, pinning her flat against the canvas so she couldn't even wiggle a toe. She looked at the referee and gave a smug wink, knowing she had her trapped.
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The referee's hand slammed down. "One!" the official yelled. Adeline squeezed harder, imagining Anna's spirit breaking under the pressure. "Two!" The crowd went wild, a sea of people leaping to their feet, certain that the fight was over. Adeline closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of victory for a split second, waiting for the final count to end the match.
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But just as the referee's hand began to descend for the third count, Anna's eyes snapped open. With a sudden, explosive burst of strength that seemed to come from nowhere, Anna bucked her hips and threw her shoulder upward. The force was like a spring releasing, launching Adeline upward and breaking the pin just a fraction of a second before the count of three. The referee froze, her hand hovering an inch above the mat. It was another two-count, and the arena erupted in a mix of cheers and shocked gasps.
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Adeline stayed perched on top of Anna for a moment, her chest heaving. She looked down at the smaller girl and felt a surge of cold triumph. In her mind, the fight was already over; she had spent the last ten minutes dismantling Anna piece by piece, from the shredded fabric of her bikini to the bruising on her ribs. Adeline thought she had finally broken Anna's will. She wanted Anna to realize that no matter how many times she bucked or gasped for air, the outcome was inevitable.
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But she got none of that.
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Instead of a plea for mercy, Anna let out a soft, raspy giggle. It was a strange sound, coming from someone who had just been beaten into the canvas, but it sent a shiver of confusion through Adeline. Anna's eyes weren't glazed over or filled with fear; they were sparkling with a wild, stubborn energy. She looked up at Adeline, and despite the redness of her chest and the bruises forming on her ribs, she beamed a wide, genuine smile.
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Anna whispered, her voice sounding like sandpaper. "I'm never, ever going to quit."
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Adeline's face twisted. The giggle was the last straw. She didn't want a smile; she wanted a white flag. Without a word, Adeline coiled her arm and let out a punch that sounded like a gunshot echoing through the Yum Arena. The blow caught Anna right in the center of her chest, driving her deep into the mat.
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The impact was so hard that Anna's back didn't just hit the canvas--she sank into it, the thick padding of the ring compressing under the force. It was as if Adeline had tried to hammer Anna straight through the floor and into the dirt below. Anna's eyes went wide and then instantly blank, her mouth hanging open as every bit of oxygen was violently evicted from her lungs.
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Adeline hauled her like a caveman dragging a prize back to camp. Anna's back made a loud, scrubbing sound against the mat, her body flopping limply with every tug. She shoved Anna's body right into the turnbuckle, jamming her into the padded corner like she was trying to wedge a piece of furniture into a tight space, and she stayed there, slumped and dazed, her eyes staring at the ceiling.
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Adeline leaned in close, her face only inches away from Anna's dazed expression. She wanted to erase that stubborn look of hope from Anna's face. She grabbed Anna's chin, squeezing it hard to force her to look up. The smug, playful spark that had been in Anna's eyes was gone, replaced by a foggy, distant stare.
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"Where's your God damn fucking smile now?" Adeline spat. She didn't want a giggle or a joke; she wanted Anna to admit she was beaten. She shook Anna's head back and forth, mocking the way the smaller girl's head rolled limply against the padded turnbuckle. To Adeline, the silence was the most satisfying part of the fight.
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"I still... have it," Anna wheezed, the words barely a whisper.
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Adeline paused, her brow furrowing. She leaned in closer, expecting a whimper of defeat. It was like a light switch had been flipped inside her. The pain that should have kept her pinned felt like fuel, and she could feel her heart hammering against her ribs.
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Suddenly, Anna's hand shot up. She grabbed Adeline's wrist and twisted it with a sharp, sudden jerk. She launched herself into the air, wrapping her legs around Adeline's neck. She squeezed with everything she had left and pulled.
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"Lick my pussy, bitch!" Anna screamed.
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The air vanished from Adeline's lungs. Anna's thighs were like iron bands, locking around her throat and squeezing with a strength that defied her size. Adeline tried to claw at the legs, but her fingers just slid off the slick, sweaty skin. Her face turned a deep, alarming purple, and her eyes bulged as she felt the pressure build in her skull. The world began to fade into a gray haze. Her legs gave out, and she crashed down to her knees, her body folding beneath the sheer force of Anna's grip.
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"I'll choke you to death!" Anna screamed. She tightened her thighs, squeezing the air out of Adeline's lungs with a crushing force. She leaned back, arching her body to increase the leverage, her muscles trembling from the effort of holding the lock.
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"Tap! God damn you, tap!" She screamed. She wasn't just squeezing now; she was trying to weld her legs into a permanent circle around Adeline's throat. Every time Adeline tried to gasp for air, Anna tightened the lock; her face was pure, raw determination.
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Adeline's vision was flickering. Her lungs were screaming for air, but Anna's thighs were a locked vault, sealing off any one-way trip for oxygen. She stopped trying to claw at the legs.  Her hands flew downward, searching blindly for anything she could grab to create some leverage or distraction.
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Her fingers found the neon fabric of Anna's bikini bottoms. She yanked. She grabbed the waistband and the side straps and pulled her entire body weight backward. There was a loud, satisfying *rip* as the thin fabric gave way, the seams splitting open under the sudden tension. The bikini bottoms were torn completely away, leaving Anna's hips bare.
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The sudden loss of her bikini bottoms didn't make Anna let go; Instead of loosening her grip, Anna used the momentum of Adeline's backward yank to pivot. She coiled herself around

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Adeline's neck like a python, using the pull to whip them both toward the edge of the ring. With one final, explosive surge of strength, Anna arched her back and launched them both backward.
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They splattered onto the floor outside of the ring.
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From the rafters, the two women looked like they had been dropped from a great height. They didn't move. They didn't even seem to be breathing. Their skin was a map of red welts and purple bruises, and they lay there in a heavy, unnatural stillness. For a few seconds, the sight was haunting; they looked like they had died right there in the middle of the floor, two fighters who had given every ounce of life until there was nothing left to give.
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Then, a finger twitched. It was a small movement, but it sparked a chain reaction. Anna's chest gave a sudden, violent jerk, and she let out a loud, hacking cough. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering against the cold floor, and the bright lights of the arena came rushing back in a dizzying blur. Beside her, Adeline groaned. She rolled onto her side, her eyes snapping open with a look of pure confusion, as if she had forgotten where she was or how she had gotten there.
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They got onto their knees, their skin sliding against the smooth concrete of the arena floor. They just stared at each other,  eyes bloodshot and faces smeared with sweat and dust, neither one knowing how to stand up but both knowing they weren't done.
They both swung. It wasn't a pretty fight. They didn't have the balance to stand, so they threw wide, looping punches from their knees.
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Adeline realized that as long as Anna could get close, she was in danger. Anna was like a little firecracker--small, but capable of exploding into a wild, suffocating grip. Adeline shifted her weight, planting her knees firmly into the concrete. She extended her long arm, using her reach like a fence. Every time Anna tried to lunge forward to grab her, Adeline's fist snapped out in a sharp, stinging jab. *Pop. Pop. Pop.* The punches didn't have the power to knock Anna out, but they landed right on the tip of her nose and her forehead, keeping her at a distance.
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Every time Anna lunged, Adeline's arm snapped forward like a spring-loaded trap, catching her right in the face. The jabs were fast and stinging, keeping Anna trapped in a frustrating circle. Anna tried to dive low, hoping to get under the punches, but she couldn't get inside. Adeline's long reach turned the small space of concrete into a fortress. Anna would scream a war cry and leap forward, only to be met by a sharp *thwack* across the cheek that sent her reeling backward.
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The adrenaline that had been keeping Anna upright finally ran out, like a battery suddenly hitting zero. Her arms, which had been swinging wildly just a second ago, turned into heavy lead weights. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the bright lights of the Yum Arena began to swirl into a single, dizzying whirlpool. She tried to launch one last desperate lunge at Adeline, but her muscles simply stopped responding. Her body gave out all at once, and she collapsed into Adeline's lap.
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Adeline looked down at the girl sprawled across her lap and didn't feel a shred of pity. To her, Anna wasn't a person anymore; she was just a punching bag. The sight of Anna's exhausted, heaving back--completely bare and glistening with sweat--only stoked the fire in Adeline's gut. She didn't let the moment of stillness last. Adeline curled her fist and drove it straight into the soft center of Anna's back. She began to treat Anna's spine like a nail that needed to be driven into the floor. *Thump. Thump. Thump.* Each punch was a heavy piston, striking the vertebrae with brutal precision. Adeline's fist hammered from the base of Anna's neck down toward her waist, the impact vibrating through Anna's entire frame. Her knuckles sank deep into the muscle. She worked her way back up from the waist, hammering the shoulder blades.
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The feeling was unlike anything Adeline had ever experienced. As Anna lay sprawled across her, the smaller girl's chest was pressed flat against Adeline's thighs, creating a soft, heavy pressure. Every time Anna took a breath, her breasts mashed deeper into Adeline's lap, shifting and molding against the muscle of her legs.
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Adeline decided she was done with the floor. She didn't want the fight to end in a pile of concrete and broken railings; she wanted the ring, the lights, and the roar of the crowd to witness the final moment of Anna's defeat. She flung Anna's limp body back under the ropes. She reached down and grabbed Anna by the arm, hauling her up. Anna's legs were like jelly, shaking under her weight.
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Adeline stepped back, creating a sliver of space, and then her right leg snapped forward. It wasn't a slow movement; it was a whip-crack of muscle and bone. Her long leg extended to its full length, her foot connecting with Anna's face, dropping her like a bag of dirt.
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Adeline reached down and grabbed Anna by the hair, yanking her upward again, and Adeline could see the dazed, flickering light in Anna's pupils. Adeline didn't say a word; she just let go of the grip and launched her leg upward. Her foot traveled like a piston, catching Anna squarely in the jaw.  Anna's head snapped back with such force that her feet actually left the canvas, sending her spinning to the canvas again.
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She reached down and grabbed Anna by the hair, hauling her upward for a third time. Anna's eyes were rolling, but Adeline wouldn't let her drift away. She held her there, ensuring Anna was just awake enough. Then, Adeline's right leg coiled and snapped upward, her foot connecting with Anna's jaw. The impact didn't just knock Anna back; it launched her into a clumsy, spinning backflip, her body hitting the canvas.
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Anna lay perfectly still, her body sprawled out like a discarded piece of clothing. Her eyes were open, but they didn't seem to see anything, staring up at the rafters of the Yum Arena with a blank, hollow expression. There was no movement in her chest, no rise and fall of breath, and her limbs were limp, resting heavily against the canvas. Adeline lifted her right leg and slammed the sole of her foot squarely into the center of Anna's bare chest.
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Adeline didn't just place her foot on Anna; she claimed her. She shifted her weight, planting her heel firmly in the center of Anna's heaving, bare chest, using her leg like a living pillar to nail the smaller girl to the canvas. Adeline leaned back, her arms crossed over her chest in a gesture of absolute victory, looking down at Anna. The pressure of the foot was steady and heavy, a constant reminder that Anna had no room left to move, no air left to fight, and nowhere left to run.
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The referee, seeing the total lack of struggle, dove forward. Her hand hit the mat with a sharp, echoing smack. "One!"
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"Two!"
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"Three!"
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The bell rang. Adeline didn't move her foot immediately, savoring the feeling of Anna's ribs sinking under her heel. She looked down at Anna, who remained sprawled and motionless, her eyes finally beginning to focus as the haze of the beating cleared.
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"I told you, I'm not Zendaya."

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