Focus. Punch left. Punch right. Get it together Liz. You'll lose if you are not in your right mind. Upper cut. She's out cold.
My opponent is on the floor now, wheezing from the pain. Yes, I felt like shit, but this was something that could not be avoided.
She had to lie on the floor like that while I came out victorious. It was part of the contrat, which states, and I quote, All matches must be won. Under no circumstances will you be aloud to lose a match. If that were to happen you would be sentenced to THE UNKNOWN.
Blah blah blah and so on. So technically I kindda HAD to win. There were no buts to it. Well anyway the cameras were blinding me with their annoying flash as I made my way to the dressing/waiting room.
Which I must add, is filled with food (fruit and all that healthy shit) that is soon to be eaten by me. "Well, look what we have here?" Crap. I turned around facing Douglas. My mind couldn't process why he was even here.
