The half-naked ring girl sits ringside, her back to the fighters, and smiles nervously. The raucous music plays at an unholy level. The hammer strikes the bell with a ring that cuts through the thick sweating air. The fight begins.
Even in the most basic, brutal playings of a amateur martial arts fight night there is beauty. It's really strange to find it at the end of the day, when you least expect it.
Le Brutale
Saturday, June 30, 2007 | Posted by Shane Bevel at 10:01 PM 0 comments
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