Three years ago, we were doing this exact same dance. We stared at each other while tiptoeing around each other. While the crowd yelled for one of us to fall. At that time, he was the favourite and I was the underdog. That moment my fist caught his nose and he stumbled from the injury, everything flashed in front of my eyes and I took him down with one final blow.
But not this time. He was watching me closely; he kept an eye on my moves and he was sure as hell not going to come close enough except throw a punch. Randy didn’t waste any time or spared any of his rage as he took a step forward and threw a solid punch to my jaw. I covered up but he just kept on coming until he swept me off my feet.
He straddled my waist and threw punches, trying to get me to submit or knock me out. I threw
