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His body slams onto the ground,
he gets back up for another round.
Fists fly to his face,
That should be my place.
I should have watched my mouth,
I know it could only go south.
He's down, get up, get up, I mentally beg,
Tristan must have broke his leg.
The last straw,
this is my fight after all.
My fist aimed for his nose,
according to his rule, only the winner goes.
My shot blocked,
he looks at me, almost shocked.
He grabs my hair,
"Gage! This is your slut! Look here."
He stands up, there goes my hero.