The bell rang to start the second match. Joe balanced on the mat, his head throbbing.

"Oooh…" Joe clasped his head in pain. He had a headache from that beer Sirica had given him.

"Curse that blerry (1) Sirica-!" Joe muttered. Dre seemed fine, aside from the fact that he had a bruise on his back. Dre hung back instead of charging at Joe. Joe stepped nervously towards Dre. He was nervous only because of that stupid headache stupid Sirica had given him. Dre stepped towards Joe nervously. Dre swept and knocked Joe over. Joe thudded onto the floor, but sprang out of the way before Dre could land a punch onto Joe's back. Joe aimed a punch at Dre's head but he ducked out of the way. Joe sprung out of the way and Dre stepped forward.

He's gotten better… Joe thought nervously. But I'm not worried…am I? Dre kicked the air a centimeter away from Joe's chest. Joe sprung back and kicked Dre's face. Or, at least, he meant to. Joe fell to the floor with a thud and Dre kicked his back swiftly. The bell rang for the end of the second match. Joe stayed on the floor of the mat while Dre walked away confidently. Joe's head spun at the thought of being beaten. How could this have happened…? Joe needed to get his game together.

A/N: (1) Blerry- A minor African curse word.