Sometimes victory comes at a price too high ...
Pain ...! It is the only one thinking that governs my mind right now, is the only sensation which affects my body. All around me floats, clouds, fades before my eyes. not hear anything specific, but rather are many sounds mixed with a buzz that walks through my brain. The last sound I heard clearly was the creaking of my nose as a result of that devastating blow. From that moment the pain has spread from my nose, into my body, waking up all the other previous pain, the intensity was reduced by the blank of combat. It was only several seconds, but the pain seems to last forever. My reality is so stark that I find unclear.
never saw it coming, never thought being hit so hard. The damned, he moved like a gazelle, almost imperceptible to my eyes because of its speed. My right eye, bruised and swollen, was an impediment to keep up. His punch hurt my nose and my pride with lightning speed. From the hardwood floor, knees where I barely get to see the shadow of her feet.
are lucky to find me sweating so much, that helps the tears in my eyes can not distinguish, and even if he or spectators saw me mourn, I think that only my body aches. The public know nothing, have no idea of \u200b\u200bmy reason for being here, only care to see two human beings killing blows. They love to bet on it, but the money really is an excuse, because anything that feeds their need to witness another's pain, make them happy. They are more sadistic than expose our lives, fighting in this space is not macabre at all like a ring. My opponent and I, no doubt we are giving a great show, from the beginning it was anticipated that this fight would be the best. It has lasted longer than expected, as more at stake than just a championship.
fluids coming from the wounds on my face, build up in my mouth, my tongue caressed the hole in my gum, a product of tooth lost in the first two minutes of combat. I have to spit or I'll drown. It scares me to see so much blood coming out of my mouth and hitting the floor! Support my knuckles on the ground to try to get up, but quickly noticed that I also hurt, including even the pain of the impacts that I have received throughout my body. God and I know I've beaten this guy with all my strength, but their muscles of steel form a shield that protects you from my anger and my hatred. It would be so easy to surrender now ...! The defeat seduce me, promise me peace, I promise that the pain will go away. Numbs my body, make my eyelids heavy and lighter my soul.
not think I can accomplish what I promised ... The man who murdered my father hits are here, but not the punishing that I have stood before me, dancing on guard and pray that I will not lift. No. The damn that drove my father to me, is just watching the fight, since that fight with me, is his son, the champion, the only one I could face fairly. Killing an old unable to defend themselves, would be a coward, so I want to annihilate it, the son of man I hated most in my entire existence. I will not rest until he took his son and thus cause the same pain I felt when I lost my father, but now he is so proud of her offspring, celebrating their apparent victory. I do what I promised! But I have no strength, pain takes its toll on my will.
I can not give up ...! Took half my life preparing for this moment. When I close my eyes I see my father's face wrapped in disappointment, because I have not been able to avenge him, or lift the name of our family. My opponent knows who I am, he fights for the honor of his family too. Both are from a line of underground fighters. This does not compare to those poor fools who overcame to be here, those who were not nothing to me. Only fought for fame and money, not to settle the score. I will not give up, no matter what my opponent is more alert because perhaps more afraid of disappointing his father who is alive, what I have disappointed me for not getting up here so far.
I am left alone! That memory hurts! The pain of the blows I received in my face and my face, they are nothing, in fact, no pain in life can compare to having lost my father. This fight is not just for him, is for me. I will never forgive the left orphaned if it costs me my life, I will avenge myself and I will leave it alone, without children, and I lost my father. Hatred has dragged me down here has been my strength and there is nothing more than I can grasp right now, to build up enough strength to get up. Support
my knee on the floor. Maybe it's the last time I got out of a fight. The damned son of man that I hate, gives me a kick to the face, is a coward, fear has seized him, did not think I have the strength to continue. I stopped the shot and I clung to hate his leg. The bend, crossed it, I do spin and fall face down, unfortunately, is saved from falling hit on their hands. No matter, I managed to get up ... Vengeance is mine!
The damn now I am throwing up as fast as ever. Drops a single blow that strikes pounding on my ribs, but do not feel it is no longer possible for me to feel more pain. I have to cover me, I attack with a flurry of punches. My arms bruised protect my torso. Strike everything you unhappy! The more hits I throw the more I realize that you are seized with fear! CanSat! Debilitated! Do you think your hands clutching my neck going to bend over? Come! A sound of shock bursts into a roaring audience. I loved to feel your nose crack under the blow of my forehead. I revel in your pain, we are now almost even. Do not you saw it coming or do you? Do you still have breath? I will not be easy, but you need more than that kick, you just give me in the thigh, to get away. You're at my mercy. You're cornered! I have you in the neck, will not escape, you halo down again that delicious crunch, this time, in your face against my knee. I plummeted, as you are nothing in my hands, you're not here. I throw my fist farewell with all my strength, my last breath just to your right cheek. The blow makes you hit the ground very quickly, making hitting your head against the floor. The face of the man who killed my father, crumbles with you. The final blow has been to both, I have broken.
betray The cries of my victory ... I won! The bettors are ecstatic. I hope my father has seen from the other world. Perhaps the boy is not dead, maybe you've been in a coma or damaged enough to never be able to fend for himself. That if he's dead, is the man that turned my father from me, now have to take care of your child for the rest of his days, his pain will be lasting until his death. I'm satisfied, I'm a murderer after all.
few seconds have passed and I know that something is broken inside Me, I can feel it. Blood flows from me not only visible injuries to others. My strength began to fade, the pain I am drunk again, stronger than ever, my life is over, but I do not care, I'm excited because ...
Soon I will meet my father! FIN
Malefromguate
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