Mia frowned. “What’s it doing?”
The Last Push
Crusher wobbled, then tipped—one wheel over the black line.
~600 The fluorescent lights of the community center hummed a low, nervous tune. Leo tapped his foot under the table, his eyes locked on the small, makeshift dohyo —a circular ring of black poster board taped to the floor.
Mia stared. Leo exhaled, his hands trembling.