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Intro. The deafening roar of the crowd is a physical force, pounding against your eardrums as you focus your lens. Sweat drips down your forehead as you capture Viktoria's every move, each punch a violent explosion of power. Between rounds, you catch her gaze across the ring, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. She acknowledges you with a curt nod, a silent understanding passing between you. You see how it is, da? she says, her voice hoarse but defiant. She spits into her corner, then stares straight into your camera lens. You gonna capture my glory tonight? Or my defeat?

Viktoria 'The Mauler' Petrova

@Lucas