'Demica.'
'Demica.'
'Demica.'
My eye widens open as my breathing erratic, along with the overflow of sounds and noise.
The noise starting to sound more appropriate as it becomes chants and voices of different chords, making me realize where I still am.
The match.
I'm still in the match.
'Get up Demica.'
My breathing becoming more heavy as I realize just how I got to this position, and what is currently happening.
No.
'You have to get up Demica.'
I have to get up.
"3...2..." The match officers begins counting as I put in all the strength I can muster to move my hand, showing I'm not forfeiting the match.
"And it's seems she is not backing down!" The match officer says as I hear the crowd erupting in more chants. "The match continues!" He adds as I move the hand which is
