The Boxing System: I Became the King of the Ring

The bell ended round two. Javier stumbled to his corner on wobbly legs.

He dropped onto his stool hard. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. Sweat poured down his face - from his hair, off his chin, burning his eyes through the headgear.

Every muscle ached. His shoulders felt like they were on fire. His arms hung heavy. His ribs pulsed with pain where Devon had punched him.

But the crowd support was different now. They chanted his name.

Miguel appeared with water and a towel. He dabbed at Javier’s face and neck with quick movements.

"How are you holding up?" Miguel asked.

"Im beaten," Javier wheezed. "But okay."

"This is it. Last round. Three minutes to take this whole thing."

Javier’s hands shook when he grabbed the water bottle. His nerves mixed with exhaustion. His heart pounded against his chest.

"Look over there," Miguel said with a nod.

Devon slumped on his stool across the ring. Blood ran from his nose down to his chest guard. Danny gestured wildly while talking, but Devon’s stare seemed lost.

"You see that?" Miguel said. "That’s a fighter who’s been broken down. You did that to him."