Clenched and Sweating

Joey clenched his teeth hard as the railing next to him shook with the force of his grip. He envisioned his mother warning him about doing that. Sweat cascaded down his tanned face, intermingling with locks of his long black hair. His striking blue eyes were bloodshot as he prepared himself for the fight of his life. He didn't want to be in the arena, with the expectations it placed upon him, but he was there. He knew what he had to do to relieve the curse placed upon him by that gypsy. He had to shit, and shit bad.