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Rivals The fight was over. Both fighters were down, a tie. My opponent was enraged, he had never done anything but win. I stained his record. He hates me now. I do not care. I don't mind losing or tying, although I do enjoy winning. This fight meant nothing to me, but much to him. He should train harder, the more important battle is coming. A wicked force is challenging us. Taunting us with the deaths of the strongest, and the ones closest to us. Evil has left me with no family, other than itself. As for my suffering opponent, he has only known the love of his adopted father, who was torn from him by the same evil who took my mother. We are alike in so many ways, but he only sees the differences. We are the same age, of the same level of fighting, we even share the same pain of losing our only parent, and by the same evil. He only sees I am the grandson of the head of a rich conglomerate, while he makes his living out on the street hustling money. We fight with different styles, but what does it matter? He's over there now, his body not hurt so much as his ego is. He looks forward to the day we will fight again, I could never see him again and not care. But I will see him again, he will compete in the Tournament, to seek vengeance against the sinister power that slaughtered so many people. I have also been training to conquer this dark entity. I do not care if it is me who is the one to defeat it, as long as it is gone. Here he comes, going to fuss. He says one day he will defeat me, and he might. I don't know. He's screaming, yelling, I just look at him. I turn and walk away, not wanting my eardrums to burst. Here comes my grandfather, we're leaving, thank goodness. I walk off to the car and leave the furious fighter looking daggers in my back. This s not the last time I will see him, that I know.
Rivals The fight was over. Both fighters were down, a tie. My opponent was enraged, he had never done anything but win. I stained his record. He hates me now. I do not care. I don't mind losing or tying, although I do enjoy winning. This fight meant nothing to me, but much to him. He should train harder, the more important battle is coming. A wicked force is challenging us. Taunting us with the deaths of the strongest, and the ones closest to us. Evil has left me with no family, other than itself. As for my suffering opponent, he has only known the love of his adopted father, who was torn from him by the same evil who took my mother. We are alike in so many ways, but he only sees the differences. We are the same age, of the same level of fighting, we even share the same pain of losing our only parent, and by the same evil. He only sees I am the grandson of the head of a rich conglomerate, while he makes his living out on the street hustling money. We fight with different styles, but what does it matter? He's over there now, his body not hurt so much as his ego is. He looks forward to the day we will fight again, I could never see him again and not care. But I will see him again, he will compete in the Tournament, to seek vengeance against the sinister power that slaughtered so many people. I have also been training to conquer this dark entity. I do not care if it is me who is the one to defeat it, as long as it is gone. Here he comes, going to fuss. He says one day he will defeat me, and he might. I don't know. He's screaming, yelling, I just look at him. I turn and walk away, not wanting my eardrums to burst. Here comes my grandfather, we're leaving, thank goodness. I walk off to the car and leave the furious fighter looking daggers in my back. This s not the last time I will see him, that I know.