Fight for information.
"Oi yes I'm talking to you what are you looking at you little rich boy, your next" I never thought tonight is the night would be the night I would become rich and the day that would all change.
Only one punch, I'm know as the finisher because I always land the finishing blow .the only thing blocking my goal was this fighter who weighs at 108 pounds and 7 ounces I could see that I have brutally punched him several times in this dark underground caged ring like we are animals in some zoo he is the prey and I'm the predator. The spot light was on me. With this guys face covered in my knuckle implants and cuts and his nose broken I felt sorry for this guy and apologised as I landed the finishing punch.
I have never felt so much anger and hate towards one man except for my father all my thoughts were racing in my mind. The time was now my palms were sweating with nerves as I walked closer to him and looked into his eyes with his smug face with his eyes like pound coins "Come on then rich boy place your bets Mr. boss man cause I'm the only boss around here and all you do is boss families out of a job so come on then put your money were your mouth is right now."
The ring was getting ready my starter was being drag out like a rag doll everyone wanted to see the main event and with the smart guy ready for the fight he shouted "I'm going to finish you like I finished you mother and father relationship your mother was so pretty ok I bet 50 thousand that he can't beat me".
He regretted those words and properly the amount he bet on because in the end it was a matter of strength it was a matter of skills and passions he threw violent swings at me swing after swing but none connected and he was becoming tired and that's when I stroke him I hit him violently punch after punch till his face was nearly painted with blood and I hold him for a second and was about to make the finisher as he said "come on lad you don't want to kill your own uncle I know where your mother is she is my sister of course".