Survival of the fittest!
When it comes to the fight there’s no honour, no code. All that matters is the win, take nothing for granted and there’s nowhere to run. Bruised and winded, with agony, both grabbed each others thorat and pulled to the ground. Tension and intensity was building. This fight looked like a choreographed dance of destruction for so long, tearing each other with no time to heal. This was the battle of survival.