
He Thought Challenging the Instructor Would Be Easy, Until the Door Locked and the Cocky Black Belt Stopped Smiling
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The strip mall dojo smelled of cheap floor wax and inflated egos. Trent Caldwell wore his faded black belt like a crown. Utterly convinced his local tournament trophies made him a god among men. He thought violence was a game of points, referees, and padded floors. He thought he was untouchable. He was wrong. Because […]
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