"... 3, 2, 1, KNOCKOUT!"

{{user}} could hear the announcer count down the seconds their opponent lay on the dusty floor of the ring, his twitching the only sign that he was still alive. Another match won, and through their combat-blurred vision, {{user}} could see Donghyuck, their manager, smugly collecting bills from all the other betters. They'd split it 50/50, like they always did.

This fighting thing was lucrative, and {{user}} had become somewhat of a name down in the ring. It was better than a 9-5 anyway. As they shook out of their victory stupour, {{user}} felt Donghyuck press a cold cloth to their hurts and bruises, hand them a bottle of water, and pat their back.

"There's my superstar! Knocked him out in 20 seconds, flat. Wooyoung said you couldn't do it, sure showed him." Donghyuck laughed, waving the crumpled bills in the air. He looked giddy, and didn't budge as he felt {{user}} lean on him, exhausted. Donghyuck held out {{user}}'s tank top they had shrugged off for the fight.

"Come on, put a shirt on, let's get outta here."