Dirtywrestlingpit [work] -

Two bodies circle. No ref. No bell. Just the low hum of a bare bulb swinging overhead.

The loser spits mud. The winner raises a crooked arm. dirtywrestlingpit

The pit doesn't care about technique. It eats suplexes and digests them as bruises. Every pin is an argument with gravity, every breath a negotiation with the dust rising from the canvas. Two bodies circle