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The camera snapped to life, revealing the stark white walls of Knockoutman’s mat room, the blue mats stretching out like an endless sea. The air was thick with anticipation as Marie-Anne’s bare feet padded softly against the cold vinyl, her body a coil of restless energy. She paced like a caged animal, her flat stomach rising and falling with each ragged breath, arms wrapped tight around her torso as if trying to hold herself together. The silver Lycra crop top clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her breasts threatening to spill out with every sharp turn. Her high-cut thong bikini bottoms rode low on her hips, accentuating the narrow taper of her waist and the powerful flex of her thighs.   “Six-nine,” she hissed under her breath. “He’s six-fucking-nine and undefeated. That towering monster is not a man; he’s a fucking building with fists.”   She stopped abruptly, her eyes flicking to the curtain swaying in the wind. Her voice was a mere whisper, laced with terror. “How the hell am I