"Antonio, I've been thinking and I think it might be a good idea we don't see each other until the fight."
"I agree maybe some time apart will help to clear our heads."
The champ had to be forcibly restrained. The challenger was allowed to crumble slowly to the canvas, a broken bloody mess. When Felix finally left the theater, he had figured out how to psych himself for tomorrow’s fight. It was Felix the Champion vs. Antonio the Challenger.
How would the fight tomorrow affect his relationship with Felix? After all, fighting was like any other profession. Friendship had nothing to do with it.
Before the fight, the boys receive instructions and begin round one. Both Antonio and Felix both won one round each it had all came down to round 3.
“Keep your punches up. No low blows. No punching on the back of the head. Keep your heads up. Understand? Let’s have a clean fight. Now shake hands and come out fighting.