Koben's P.O.V.
Maccaya watches me in shocked horror as I stand on my feet. "Stay down, Brad!" he yells, but it almost sounds like begging.
I shake my head slowly, then bolt onto him. "Never," I send a left hook to his right cheek and his teeth guard flies out of his mouth, but he manages to stay on his feet.
"Goddamn it, Jones," he spits, "None of us will win, then!" his eyes are wide open in fear. "Quit!"
I clench my jaw, not angry anymore. "A TKO can't stop me," I say, panting.
"What will then?" he shouts, jaw clenched, eyes enraged.
My head is lowered, but my eyes aware as I keep looking for a good position to land some hits. "You're going to have to kill me," I say honestly and then score a quick powerful jab.
He staggers onto the ropes, but quickly crouches to safeguard his ab
