Under the Axle

Cold floor, giant rubber tread pinning my ribs down. Typical entrance. I gave my right arm a quick test flex—elbow bent, plastic friction snapping softly. they both attacked madd spidie kick after kick blow hit bloodied his nose bar6 Alive? Apparently. I shoved back against the green monster truck's tire, rolled onto my chest, and scrambled free onto the scarred wood. No grand applause, just a dinosaur staring nearby. Good enough.