Apollo takes control of the match like it’s nothing. Time after time, he puts me out, leaving me helpless in his grip—only to bring me back and do it all over again.

He clearly enjoys it… the way he handles me, the way he keeps breaking me down, making me feel weaker with every round. I try to fight back, but he’s always one step ahead, completely in control.

By the end, there’s no doubt—this is his game, and I’m completely at his mercy.