As I open my eyes it was as if the whole world had stopped, was I dead? Is this my fate?.....No it wasn't and I won't let it be. I stand up and face my opponent once more, his eyes fill with rage and determination, his large body mass and muscles ripping through his tight shirt, my blood staining his hands and clothes, but yet I still pushed myself to win.

I swing a punch at him but he punched my stomach before I could hit him, I groaned and fell to my knees, clenching my stomach, and coughed up more blood then ever before, the crowd around us cheering my opponents name and booing at me.

I gained my strength and stood up again but stumbled by doing so, He chuckled at my clumsy and weak state but what he didn't know is who he was messing with. I glanced up at him and smirked opening my arms out, my body had healed instantly and he backed away slowly, this time I chuckled at his nervousness, The crowd fell silent causing me to smirk, I punch my opponent causing an instant knock out, I glared at the crowd and they all ran off.

I brush myself off and shoved my hands into my pockets of my jacket before walking away, sudden shouting blasted through my headphones and I laughed

"Run it Back I kept pressing the wrong button! Run it back!" Marcel shouted

"Basically this is you fifth attempt" I say between my laughter

"Run it Back Delirious!"

I finally caught my breath, "alright Marcel....." I said and picked up my controller again before playing another round