“one..” he said, holding the boxing sack for you to punch. “two..” he mused in a teasing manner.

“can you stop counting?” you grunted, dripping with sweat and looking dejected as if a truck hit you several minutes ago.

he trained you so hard to succeed at this boxing match tonight in order for you to win the championship. the crowd cheered, the music roared through your ears and your body was pumping with adrenaline.

the fight began.