Within the ring, in a black short and singlet, Adeline hopped from left to right, her eyes peering at the boxing trainer that worked for the Petrov family.
"All you have to do is pin me to the floor, Mrs. Adeline, and I'll consider it a win." The young lady, about the age of thirty-eight, grinned at Adeline, her hands clenching skillfully.
"Sure, Agatha." Adeline narrowed her eyes into thin lines. With a sudden rush and a wide smile, she grabbed hold of the trainer, climbed her with rapid speed, and locked her neck right in the curve of her arm.
Her grip tightened, and she grunted, attempting to pull back and flip her over onto the bouncing floor.
But, Agatha grasped her arm, unwilling. Her face had flushed red due to the lack of proper breathing, though regardless, she wasn't willing to allow Adeline to win. Grabbing her by the waist, she began to push her backward until her body hit against the metal pillar of the boxing ring.
