arms hang over the crimson ropes that are stretched from the four sides of the wrestling ring. hands dangling while his fingers wiggle, gaining movement, making sure theyâre still present and attached. azin doesnât skimp when it comes to training. she never has. and today, even ten years later, itâs no different. she puts in work and hustle in all facets of athletic activity and her profession. ALWAYS. â yea, i mean itâll be like a reward. for kicking my ass. â retorting, he eyes her over his broad shoulder. a creeping smirk living in the space of the corner of his mouth. moving from his hunched position from the ropes, heâs closing in on where she stands. sweat dripping down her face and his alike, heâs sure of. â itâs a game that i donât think you can actually win. so, yea, letâs play, az. â strong in his words and the way his body stands tall but heâs merely pushing along with the attitude they consistently share. theyâre playful, they banter. itâs like a decade-long marriage without all the baggage.Â
   â now that you mention it, i might have you beat me purposely. i wouldnât mind being a loser then. â light colored hue winks at her as his throat releases a bellowing chuckle, heâs quick with his hands. locking them behind the back of her neck, he pushes his front foot forward for balance, grappling her as if in the ring for real.Â
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