“He’s overconfident. He thinks you're just some other rookie. That will be our advantage. Hey, are you listening?”
The light fades away and I see a face. This is a face I recognize. My head aches too much to gather what he is saying.
“I need to go home.” I say, struggling for words. He screams something and shakes my shoulders, bringing me to a jump start. I still can’t hear anything ad my brain is about to burst. He is pointing at a gate. I finally get irritated by his bullshit and walk to the gate.
It’s the arena. My first championship match. But I am too frustrated to think about any of that. I see a man in the ring waving at me to come and fight. The look on his face makes me angry. I dash towards the ring and slip inside. The man swings his hand and jabs my jaw, immediately breakin
