My balled-up fist hit him square in the eye.

I turned to the crowd as his body fell to the mat, bouncing limply off the taut surface.

Sweat dripped from my short crew-cut blond hair.

The crowd was dead silent. I lowered my head.

I raised my hands into the air like a bird ready to take off, fists open towards the crowd.

Cheers and flashes exploded into the air like fireworks on the 4th of July.

I let myself grin, my mouthpiece hanging limp from my clenched teeth.

My trainer ran over and jumped on my back laughing in excitement. The judge signaled the fight over.

I had won.

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