“What in the actual hell, Mateo?” a familiar and furious voice demanded. And Fallon didn’t stop there. Before I could tell her that I was okay, she grabbed one of Evan’s mitts and climbed into the ring. A second later, she was whacking Mateo with it. “That isn’t the shit you pull on a friend.” Mateo held up his arms in a half-assed attempt to defend himself. “We were sparring.” She just hit him harder. “You saw that he was distracted. That’s not skill, that’s playing dirty.” “You tell him, Fal,” Evan cheered. “Knee him in the junk,” Jericho yelled. Fallon just smacked Mateo harder with the
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