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The fluorescent lights of the community center gym hummed with a low, headache-inducing buzz. To most people, it was just a background noise. To Jacques, it was the starter pistol.

Devon managed to get a hook in, trying to turn Jacques over. The crowd gasped. For a second, Jacques felt the air leave his lungs. He was on his back, the worst place to be. fightingkids jacques

The referee blew the whistle. "Match! Winner, Jacques." The fluorescent lights of the community center gym

Jacques hopped off the bench. He didn't bounce or shadowbox like the other kids. He simply walked. He walked with a heavy, deliberate gait, his eyes fixed on the blue square of the wrestling mat. headache-inducing buzz. To most people