My mouth was dry; my face was red with blood. My arms were shaky and my legs were weak. The noise around me was inaudible and my vision blurry. My coroner man was right in front of me but he was just a grey blur. I began to feel light headed. His words were nothing. My head began to bob up and down. I began to see black. Everything began to disappear. Then, nothing.
I woke up. I looked around me to see a hospital room. I could see the wires and monitors around me. I had no idea how I got there. "Hello?" I heard my voice saying. I waited for a minute. "No goddamn answer." I pulled the covers off of me and walked to the window. I watched the people from the window and wonder what they were here for. I heard a knock the door. Dana White stepped in the room.
"Hey Mr. White," I said as I walked up to him.
"Hello Mr. Sohma. What a fight last night. Shame you lost it. You almost went that 5th round."
"I did?" I asked.
"Yeah, do you not remember it?" Dana asked me.
"I can't remember it. All I know is I fought Matt Hughes."
"Damn. Listen they said your fine and you can go home. So, I got a fight lined up in UFC 104, you and James Wilks. I hope to see you out there. I'll see later."
"Damn."
My fists hit the bag with a defining POW! I kicked the bag as hard as I could. The bag snapped in half.
"Yeah, that's what I want to see from you you crazy soma bitch!" My coach yelled at me. "You're going to rip apart that fucker Wilks!"
"Yeah," I said as I walked out of the gym.
The phone rang; I let the machine get it. It was Tohru Honda. She was calling to ask me if I was coming to her wedding with Yuki. I shock my head in laughter and took a swig of my beer. 'I ani't coming to shit. You broke my heart so why should I celebrate it?' I thought. She hung up by saying she hopes to see me there. I laughed again and turned the TV on. I watched the TV till I shut my eyes and fell asleep.