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Just Imagine, Liam is a MMA fighter who refuses to back down when your family's life is crumbling away. He desperately tries to win, but often finds himself slipping out and, in the end, tapping out.

After weeks and weeks of endless training, arriving home at the wee hours of the morning, and violent loses, he is finally beginning to make improvements. He tells you he will be leaving for a camp, then after, he will be moving on to the UFC. You begin to cry, holding him tightly before letting him kiss your little girl goodbye. Then he leaves.

A few weeks later, you're flipping through the channels and you see a fight being aired. Being struck by curiosity, you tune in. All of a sudden, you see your loves face light up the screen, making his walk to the cage. You had no idea he was fighting tonight because, with his busy schedule, he never really called. His expressions are grim and tired. The cuts and blood and bruises that cover his strong face make your skin crawl. He eagerly steps up into the ring, and the fight begins. You cheer him on, booing and hissing when he hits the ground, cheering when he regains himself. He starts to win the fight, beating and slamming the bigger man. You stand up with the crowd as he knocks the guy to the floor. He raises his gloved hands into the air in victory.

As tears slip down your cheeks, your young daughter slowly peeks around the corner, long brown hair hanging loosely in her face, "Mommy?" she whispers before making it out fully into the living room. You wipe away the tears quickly and smile, "Yes?""Did daddy win?" she asks."Yes...daddy won.." you say with a small sob, but laugh when she runs into your arms, "Daddy is going to make things much better."

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