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The bell rang. Dale sold every punch like a gunshot, bled from a blunted blade, and at the finish, let Leo pin him with a sloppy press. The crowd roared for the new lion. Dale crawled to the apron, wiped blood on his tights, and smiled.

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In the parking lot, Leo tried to hand him an envelope. “Keep it,” Dale said. “Buy a knee brace. And next time you shake a vet’s hand, don’t crush the fingers. That’s all we got left.” The bell rang

Dale laughed. “Kid, I’m gonna make you a star. Just don’t forget me when you’re on TV.” Dale crawled to the apron, wiped blood on

Tonight’s boy was Leo, all muscle and no miles, with a tiger tattoo and deer-in-headlights eyes. “Don’t hurt me,” Leo whispered in the locker room.