Mid-fight, Cali found a seam. A sequence—one-two, pivot, left hook—unfurled so cleanly it looked choreographed. The crowd rose, a wave of sound, as Cracked staggered and smiled the crooked smile of fighters who have been there before and know the script can flip. He came back with heat: a lunging uppercut that forced Cali’s eyes wide, her calm cracking into white-hot focus.

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