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There are no weight classes and no one wears white pajamas.
No bowing either.
There certainly isn’t any rice being thrown and there never is a girl in a bikini holding up a sign with a number on it.
No refs, no whistles and no rule book.
No senseis, no fans and no promoters.
There are no floor mats and there is no ring.
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There is a garage.
There is a cement floor.
And there is a clock.
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Try not to get hurt…
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Uppercut.
Goodbye.
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