You were Javons girlfriend. And you had been for about a year now. Javon was a boxer, and was currently fighting in his third match of the season.

You were sitting on the sidelines with his father and coach, DJ, and a couple of the game officials and nurses. Javon was beat. He was stumbling around, his eye was swollen and puffy, the other one was bruised.

You know he should come off, but you could do anything about it. When Javon suddenly passed out onto the floor of the ring.