PART 3 OF 16
AVERY MITCHELL WINS
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Briggs clawed at my forearm. He tried to stand, but I dropped my weight and wrapped my legs around his waist. We hit the mat together, but I kept the lock. His fingers dug into my sleeve. His boots scraped. His face darkened from red to purple.
The referee dropped close.
“Tap, Sergeant!”
Briggs refused.
His pride was stronger than his air supply.