Author: doigedits

The rules of the prize match are simple: No direct strikes to the face. No gloves are worn. Jake Harman stares across the mat at his foe, a jacked-up Marine sergeant who looks like he could vaporize a village by flexing his atomic biceps. The combatants lock eyes, and Harman unloads with a melon-crushing slap to… Continue reading The Athlete and the Aesthete