The crowd blares as Ezra took a mean right hook from the infamous Travis Quinn! While his opponent was celebrating Ezra hit Travis with an uppercut. The crowd quieting down as they wait for Travis to get up, or do something. Slowly but surely, Travis gets up but before he could swing … the bells rings, ending the round.

You hop into the ring, as the handlers call Travis to the corner. You crouch next to Travis. Examining his face, assessing his wounds.

“Coach, I don’t think I can go back in … I think he got me”

Travis barely gets out, his breath too many paces behind.