at me with his hands and fists. That lessened the worry for me. As the night progressed, Peter was out and Dan was barely hanging on. Victor so far had exceeded himself, knocking out all the guys he got paired with. He was winning the crowd over. They cheered when they heard his name. I was so proud, but worried about who he was going to be fighting next.
Peter came over and sat next to me. And I took one look at him; his face was so swollen, and bruised up. “It’s just part of the program,” he said with a smile. It sort of looked like a tooth was missing. Oh that got my heart beating fast. Peter sensed my worry and told me, “Victor is good; he is the best of the three of us. It’s good that we don’t get paired to fight each other; that would have defeated the point of being here.” I agreed with him. Two hours had passed and they were down to four fighters. I was watching Victor defeat opponent after opponent. The crowd was cheering him on. I am sure they were putting bets on him.
Then it was the last fight of the night. He was paired with the champion. His name was the “Executioner”. His name alone gave me the chills. The crowd went crazy, I mean really wild. They loved that man. That had me scared. Then I saw Victor, looking so tired and worn out. He had some bruises and swelling but he kept going. The crowd saw the fight card concerning who was fighting whom. “The Last fight of the night” it was announced. The crowd was 50/50. A lot were cheering for Victor and a lot were cheering the “Executioner’s” name, really loudly. It was so loud, it was practically in stereo. It was like someone had punched me in the gut. I had no more nails to bite. I was on the edge of my seat I was so worried. The man they called Executioner was bathing in the attention he was getting, raising his arms up to the crowd, which was jumping for joy. He hyped them up to vote for him. Then the fight began. Victor got a few hits in that sort of took the champ by surprise. He smirked and spit out blood, his eyes practically on fire. He rushed toward Victor full speed. He was prepared and walked sideways fast and he missed him. Victor was fast. He was like a man I had never seen before. He saved his energy for this fight. He released his skills. Then when he threw a side kick, his leg was caught by him. And he flung Victor over to the side like a rag doll. I screamed and told Peter I couldn’t watch. He was getting a beating bad. His opponent was fighting dirty; there were no rules in this fight. I slowly found out, kicks to the groin were illegal in a regular fight, but not here. It was no holds barred, anything goes, to keep the crowd roaring louder, having them betting more and more and pumping them up with cheers for the leading fighter. I was so worried; he would get badly hurt. I could see it.
Then, by a miracle, I was surprised to see that Victor had survived the first round. I wanted it to be over. They both got a three minute break. I wanted to go there and tell him we would find another way. But I was glued to my seat. I knew he would hate me for that. His mind was set it is set. With talking to Peter and Dan, they both told me what I didn’t want to hear. When Victor was committed to doing something, he wouldn’t stop for anything. That was what I was afraid of. I had to do something. I just couldn’t stand to see him getting hurt, but what could I do? Nothing but feel helpless watching him get beaten. Then out of nowhere, the crowd got loud; I mean really loud, yelling, “Victor! Victor! Victor!” He had the “Executioner” pinned to the corner. His feet were hitting him with such speed, it look liked he was on fire. He was on fire and then I saw him throw an upper cut and a jab to his face and down he went. He was down on the floor. Out cold. At that moment, I was screaming “YES!” The count was at 7 then 8, 9 ,10 .”YOU’RE OUT!!!” Victor collapsed on the
Peter came over and sat next to me. And I took one look at him; his face was so swollen, and bruised up. “It’s just part of the program,” he said with a smile. It sort of looked like a tooth was missing. Oh that got my heart beating fast. Peter sensed my worry and told me, “Victor is good; he is the best of the three of us. It’s good that we don’t get paired to fight each other; that would have defeated the point of being here.” I agreed with him. Two hours had passed and they were down to four fighters. I was watching Victor defeat opponent after opponent. The crowd was cheering him on. I am sure they were putting bets on him.
Then it was the last fight of the night. He was paired with the champion. His name was the “Executioner”. His name alone gave me the chills. The crowd went crazy, I mean really wild. They loved that man. That had me scared. Then I saw Victor, looking so tired and worn out. He had some bruises and swelling but he kept going. The crowd saw the fight card concerning who was fighting whom. “The Last fight of the night” it was announced. The crowd was 50/50. A lot were cheering for Victor and a lot were cheering the “Executioner’s” name, really loudly. It was so loud, it was practically in stereo. It was like someone had punched me in the gut. I had no more nails to bite. I was on the edge of my seat I was so worried. The man they called Executioner was bathing in the attention he was getting, raising his arms up to the crowd, which was jumping for joy. He hyped them up to vote for him. Then the fight began. Victor got a few hits in that sort of took the champ by surprise. He smirked and spit out blood, his eyes practically on fire. He rushed toward Victor full speed. He was prepared and walked sideways fast and he missed him. Victor was fast. He was like a man I had never seen before. He saved his energy for this fight. He released his skills. Then when he threw a side kick, his leg was caught by him. And he flung Victor over to the side like a rag doll. I screamed and told Peter I couldn’t watch. He was getting a beating bad. His opponent was fighting dirty; there were no rules in this fight. I slowly found out, kicks to the groin were illegal in a regular fight, but not here. It was no holds barred, anything goes, to keep the crowd roaring louder, having them betting more and more and pumping them up with cheers for the leading fighter. I was so worried; he would get badly hurt. I could see it.
Then, by a miracle, I was surprised to see that Victor had survived the first round. I wanted it to be over. They both got a three minute break. I wanted to go there and tell him we would find another way. But I was glued to my seat. I knew he would hate me for that. His mind was set it is set. With talking to Peter and Dan, they both told me what I didn’t want to hear. When Victor was committed to doing something, he wouldn’t stop for anything. That was what I was afraid of. I had to do something. I just couldn’t stand to see him getting hurt, but what could I do? Nothing but feel helpless watching him get beaten. Then out of nowhere, the crowd got loud; I mean really loud, yelling, “Victor! Victor! Victor!” He had the “Executioner” pinned to the corner. His feet were hitting him with such speed, it look liked he was on fire. He was on fire and then I saw him throw an upper cut and a jab to his face and down he went. He was down on the floor. Out cold. At that moment, I was screaming “YES!” The count was at 7 then 8, 9 ,10 .”YOU’RE OUT!!!” Victor collapsed on the
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