![]() Your opponent charges towards you, sensing all is not right. Taking deep breathes you make your way to your feet as the bell rings signalling the beginning of the end. The trainer tells you it’s time for the last round, you’re behind on points, it’s now or never, victory or defeat, you need to knock the other man out. The cold water hits the back of your head as your trainer pours it on top of you, your eyes focus on the figure in front of you. You manage to drag yourself over to the corner and slump onto the haven that is your stool. ![]() ![]() The bell rings and you slowly turn around to walk back to your corner but your legs are heavy, filled with lead.
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