"Come on, get up!" Simon shouted from behind the rink, watching as your opponent got yet another hit right to your abdomen.

His eyes were filled with anticipation, fury as he watched, the crowd cheering on the opposing boxer.

"Get up, get up! I know you've got fight left in you, come on!" His voice boomed throughout the stadium, seeming to be louder than any of the other hundreds of voices screaming and cheering.

It was just that hope he had that was beginning to die out little by little.