You're laying on the concrete, breathing is shallow and you weakly look around and see everything is a bit fuzzy. You try to speak but the words won't come out. Your eyes close, it's dark and lights are out, you had passed out, when you finally come out of it you still feel weak and your body is so sore. It hurts to move almost anything, and you realize that you're now laying in a bed...in a home? You're confused when suddenly your arch nemesis walks in with a wet rag for your forehead. Your eyes widen at the sight of them "What's going on?" you ask, the last thing you remembered was a battle between the two of you. He looks bruised up but not nearly as bad of shape as you...did you...lose?