Who Gone Stop Me? | SLOW UPDATES

The bell rang over and over as the crowd continue to erupt and cheer. The large guy stood over his opponent with nothing but a swollen eye and busted lip.

His opponent on the other hand, unconscious.

The referee slung his arm in the air as cheers became louder. His heavy breathing was visible. He looked like he could go another round despite that.

Cameramen and videographers crowded around the ring as his entourage of people helped put his robe back out for him to exit. I looked on in amazement at how much he was being pampered and looked upon by fans. People and children of all ages.

I could not imagine being the second best fighter in the world behind Muhammad Ali. It has got to be bittersweet in most moments.

I snapped out my thoughts quickly as I felt eyes on me. My mind just so happened to tell my eyes to look in the guy's direction.

To my surprise, he was staring into my eyes as if I was the only person in the room. My heart was in my ass, but I suddenly became in unable to remove my eyes from his gaze.

"Bey, you good?" I heard my best friend, Meg, ask tapping my arm.

I looked at her quickly, then back at him.

He was nowhere to be found.

"Uh yeah, I'm good." I nodded.

I do not know what happened in that moment, but all in all, it made me feel out of sync and confused. I tried hard not to let it bother me, but it was something about the way his eyes stared into mine for the ten seconds I was caught into his gaze.

I could not shake the feeling.