THREE YEARS EARLIER
"And Zack Cheng, is down!"
My head is spinning. The cheering and yells, a poison to my soul as my body lost itself. Slamming against the ropes, falling forwards to the floor. And then I hit the floor. And then the pain overcame me, like one of those massive tsunamis. When they would eat a city up in seconds, yeah, that's what it felt like. It was almost, as if I was watching myself from up above, as if I was a ghost, spectating on what I thought would be my death -- the end of my story. The world around me, ran. My gasps barely coming up my throat. I can't breathe. My legs won't budge, my body won't listen to my fucking command. The climax had shattered. And now I was tumbling down a huge mountain of agony and shame and guilt and --. I can't get up. And the noises are so loud. So loud. My vision shaken. Black possessing the corners of my sight. People jumping and laughing. I'm in agony. I can hardly see through these foggy eyes and my ears are filled with treacherous ringing and stupid muffled sounds. The cheering of the crowd is loud yet incomprehensible. And they weren't cheering for me, no, they weren't. My body feels heavy and weak, and to even struggle, seems hopeless right now. Those hits felt like a blow to the stomach. I should have never --. Can i even get back up?
"1."
I did try. I did try to get up. But. How can I win? That man was a beast. He was a monster.
"2."
He didn't even seem human. The way he moved, and the way he landed that one uppercut. Was he even a human? He didn't even seem 17. What was he?
"3."
I can't go up and face him again. That--he was a nobody! I was told, for fucks sake, he was a nobody!
"4."
It hurts. I feel like my insides have been mixed up and rearranged. How was his hook so god dam strong? And his kicks, too. I don't want to do this anymore. Let me go.
"5."
I know he's watching me. Probably smiling, too. With that fucking, ugly face of his. Fuck it hurts...Fuck, fuck, fuck...I can't go this.
"6."
I can't--breathe.
"7."
I would try again, try to stretch my arms forwards. But what can I do? My body won't budge. I can't--
"8."
Help, me.
"9."
"Will he get up? Or is this it? Will Zack Cheng be lost forever?" The commentator would yell, his joyful sounds recognised by my bleeding ear.
I--
"10!"
I give up.
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Fiksi RemajaWinning never felt so far away for the retired fighter Zack Cheng. He used to have it all, from fame to money, all at his fingertips. Till he came along -- A beast, came and stripped him clean. Could Zack Cheng ever reach that old pinnacle of glory...
