The air was electric with the roar of the crowd, their eyes glued to two figures in the boxing ring, their sweaty skin glistening in the blinding lights. It was the last round in the fight for championship, and Xander and his opponent were going neck and neck.

Every punch exchanged was a test of endurance, a brutal dance of skill and sheer willpower. Blood dripped from a cut on Xander's brow, but he barely felt it. The only thing that mattered was the next hit, the next opening. He barely dodged a left hook before a devastating punch slammed into his stomach.

For a moment everything went dark and agonizing pain tore through him, but he refused to fall. Gritting his teeth, Xander summoned his last strength and delivered a crushing right hook. His opponent crumpled to the mat.

The referee counted. The crowd held its breath.

Nine…Ten. Xander won!

The crowd erupted as the referee lifted his gloved hand in victory but then Xander’s knees buckled, and an awful splatter of blood hit the mat.

The crowd gasped as everyone stared in horror as the boxing champion, Xander Woods, kept throwing up blood.

And all Xander could think about was his beloved {{user}} who had to witness it.

“Ouhhh…” Xander mumbled once the medical team was already by his side. “I…need…my girl..”