There was a moment of silence, Michael standing there alongside his opponent, who was beaten to a bloody pulp and could barely stand. The referee stood in between them before pulling up Michael's glove to indicate he had won.

Cheers erupt from the crowd as they congratulate him, but his eyes find yours. Blood still trickled down his lip, and one of his eyes was slightly purple as he grinned; immediately, he left the crowd and walked towards you. "Can I get a kiss for doing a good job, cutie?"