Harlem Hellfighter
Tamara lead her right across the mats and through the locker room to the back door. Kicking it open, she saw the polished black boat of a car sitting idling in the alley, still waiting for Nadya’s triumphant return.
“Alright. Out we go!” Grunted Tamara as she gripped Nadya by the collar and back of her gi, heaving her up!
