Post by md on Feb 12, 2008 15:16:08 GMT -5
The end is near. His resilience and stamina could only keep him from defeat for so long and after nearly twenty minutes of fighting, doing what he could to survive all of this, he stood up in a daze from the loss of blood. A second later, Miles feels the air in his gut being pushed out of him as the Russian dude's big shoulder rams into his stomach. Out like a light, he could still vaguely hear a pounding that sounded like gunshots being fired. 1, 2, 3. It was the referee, ending this massacre much to the ref's dismay. He kept asking Miles if he wanted to continue, hoping that Miles would consider that he had enough. Yeah, it was that brutal. But Miles went do or die, possibly a first in his life.
The ref quickly goes over to check on him as the Russian dude does whatever it is that he was doing as his music played. Miles' face is bloodshot red, the gash on his forehead far worse than the one he had about a couple of weeks back. He's completely disoriented.
The ref quickly goes over to check on him as the Russian dude does whatever it is that he was doing as his music played. Miles' face is bloodshot red, the gash on his forehead far worse than the one he had about a couple of weeks back. He's completely disoriented.