The guy was throwing punches after punches. I had my face and midsection blocked well, but he was getting hits in everywhere on my small body. He was getting illegal shots in as well, hitting the small of my back, and other places I thought were illegal. It hurt so much then.

Crack! His fist, bony and strong, hit my jaw. I went down instantly.

"Get up Bee, get up!" Dino yelled at me.

"Don't let him get you any more, strike fast!" Blurr, small, tiny Blurr, hit the chain link fence around the ring, making it rattle. He was a midget here, as usual. But no one ever wanted to step into the ring with him, for he was unhumanly fast. Blurr's best friend and partner, Dino, had been sure to tell everyone the his little buddy, was a feirce male and a great fighter for his size.

I struggled to my feet, and see the man come over on heavy feet. The hit I'd landed earlier had left him uneasy, and dizzy on his feet. I suddenly got this urge to jump up and move left with a twirl.

I did just that, at a speed only Blurr could've done, without feeling the least bit dizzy. As I launched into this perfect twirl, without my foot coming up for a back round house kick, and swing my right hand across his rough face.

"The Underdog strikes hard!" The announcer yells into the microphone, and the crowd roars.

I feel the rush of what Blurr had told me.

Use your size, it makes you fast. Use your speed, it makes you smart. Use your smarts, it makes you light. Use your lightness, it makes them hurt more. Use their pain, it makes you hit harder. Hitting harder, makes them knock-out cold. Out cold, you win. Size does matter, Bee.

Suddenly, I rushed the guy fast and hit him so hard, I heard his jaw crackle and snap. He fell so fast, that when he hit, the noise came at least fifty-two seconds after his face mashed into the canvas floor. Blurr and Dino rushed in when the ref held up my half-butt wrap jobbed hand. I felt completely successful.

But then it happened.

The agent of Carlos Madlow, came up and WHAM!

I felt his awkwardly bony fist collide with my already hurting temple. I fell to the floor of the sweat and blood covered ring, out cold.