Standing in the hall just around the corner from the canvas, Zane began to feel the pressure rise with each second that came closer to him taking the ring. Hearing the announcer speak on behalf of both fighters forced the moment to become real as he lingered in place into his introduction. Just before pulling himself to the crowd, Candace and his organs of sight locked to each other. As if no words were needed, an amorous appreciation silent but firm was transferred through this gaze. She mouthed 'good luck' to him before watching him smirk and take the lead to the crowd, hungry for a show.
"Toe the line…" the referee spoke as both men moved to their rightful places upon the canvas. Zane found himself across from a man similar in his stature, yet contrasting in personality. Where Zane wa
