For a minute everything is silent. My vision is blurred. I feel myself fall heavily on the canvas floor of the ring. My eyes are daring to shatter close, I can't allow it. I feel the referee's feet as they made contact with the canvas towards me. He squats next to me. I could barely see his stripped shirt.
"Can you make it another round?"he voice sounds like it's miles away. I don't respond, I don't think I could.
I watch as his hand moves up and down to the canvas making my body jump involuntarily. It takes me a moment to realize I was losing. I couldn't afford to lose to this bastard. Not again.
With all the strength I could afford to master, I lift my already broken hand. I hear a scream from the crowd. I know it's my wife. The whole room goes into an uproar. The other fighter stomps off cursing.
"Are you fucking kidding me! You'll get yourself killed out there! I mean look at you... You look like shit! "My trainer says literally dragging me across the ring to my corner. He wipes away the dry and fresh blood from my face. I look at my wife who can't even master the courage to look at my disoriented face. Her face is tear stained,she looked pale but still the prettiest woman in the room. I couldn't have her here.
"Take her home. "I order a friend. He goes and takes her hand.
"No! "she screams. "I'm staying. "They both look at me. I nod. And he lifts her effortlessly to his shoulder. "Put me down! "I hear her cry. But he forges forward. Her voice finally fades into oblivion and now all I can think of is how I could ruin this son of a bitch.
"If you're knocked out in this round you're out agreed? "My trainer says as the bell sounds.
I nod. Knowing well I would never do that.
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