Blood and sweat flick onto the canvas like the paint from an artist’s brush.
Their minds dancing as quickly as their feet move, covering the canvas from one corner to the next.
The fighters paint lines and swirls with their punches as exaggerated as a painters’ wrist as they fill the canvas.
Spotlights highlighting the strokes that they have missed.
They finish with their signature, their mark, to prove that the work was their own.