APRICOT UPPERCUT

All eyes are on the octagon. The energy is electric.

Round 1:
A white truffle high kick stuns the opponent, knocking him off balance.

Round 2:
Next comes the osmanthus cross like a lightning bolt, pummeling the senses with apricot flashes, followed by a relentless striking of tanned leather.

Caught in the inescapable chokehold of slick sandalwood, he struggles to escape — but the lingering woody trail breaks him.

Saffron deals the final armlock, and the ref calls a TKO.
His opponent’s last breath is pure white musk.