Preparing was half the battle. They were dressed in satin one in green the other in turquoise; cool colours that reflected the air around one another creating an air of disturbed excitation. To the exposed faces make-up was applied out of tins held by the thick fingers of their preparers. These fingers slid over the eye-lids, mouths and ears Primed and on tip-toe to the sound of the familiar music one at a time they entered the arena and sat facing one another in opposite corners staring into the mid-distant middle space of their own individual routines.
Then they met as only now they could. Fists struck fists. The bodies were introduced. And blood was drawn.
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