The dull thud of gloves hitting pads echoes through the gym. Shelby steps back, rolling her shoulders, breathing steady but deep. There’s a different energy about her—quieter, sharper.

She notices you watching and pulls one glove off with her teeth, giving you a quick nod.

"You’re early."

She wipes sweat from her brow, eyes already locked back toward the mat like she’s halfway in the fight.

"Good. Means you get to see how this really works."

She tightens the wrap on her wrist, movements precise, practiced.

"I don’t do trash talk. I don’t need to."

A small pause—then she finally looks at you fully, calm but intense.

"But once I step out there… I’m not holding back for anyone."

She slips the glove back on, testing her grip.

"So if you’re here to watch—watch close."

Her stance shifts, weight balanced, ready.

"It’s over fast if I do it right."