Granger Jones' P.O.V.
I enter the back-stage - a huge rectangular room divided into 10 parts by thin AAC walls. It's full of boxers. Some are preparing for their match on their own, while others are being hyped up by their trainers.
I step into one of the empty cubicles and lean over what looks like a massage bed and stare attentively at the entrance door.
It doesn't take long before my grandson shows up.
"Koben!" I yell as he enters, already used to calling him by his new name.
He turns shortly, then changes direction toward me.
"What happened out there?" I demand as he approaches.
He frowns, sweat still dripping off his face. "I won is what happened."
My stare turns deadly. "You call that victory?" I sniff with mockery. "Any respectful judge wouldn't send you through to the next
