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"Two newcomers today..." an announcer yelled, "SceneX!". I heard laughter and guffaws, general shock, some disapproval. "And... Jax!" The man in purple then jumped in, hunched over with what I could now distinguish as a lamp post. He had a strange mask on, everything about him was strange. His name as well, I deduced he must be foreign. Some of the men that had come in looked like clowns, trying desperately to appear intimidating, with studs and embellishments, but this man was puzzling. He began spinning his lamp post over his head while approaching as the whistle blew.

"Who wants a piece of the champ?" the man yelled, suddenly springing up and and landing on top of me. The lantern made a thud as it thwacked me on my head, stunning me. I think I was concussed, the lights above were dancing. He got off me and beckoned for me to approach. I got up and wiped my itchy scalp, I hadn't noticed it was bleeding. I began to feel something, I hoped at fear but perhaps it was just shock. He hit me over the head again, I staggered back, but didn't fall. The blood prickling in my brow and falling to the floor. I looked down, the once white mat was stained dark brown with blood. It reeked of sweat and iron. I didn't want to just fall like this, I have to put up some fight. I lunged at him with my fists, but he countered it easily with another swing of his lantern. The metal bar hit my knuckle, I felt my bones break. My fist felt like it was on fire, searing flesh.

"WHO WANTS A PIECE OF THE CHAMP?!" he repeated while circling me. I came at him with kicks and weak left handed punches, all of which didn't seem to phase him much. The people who I guess bet on me were yelling in the crowd. I knew it was going to end soon, as soon as he wanted it to. Everyone was just waiting for his final blow, myself included. Maybe it was the concussion, but he seemed to be glowing a slight yellow. I could make out Vasily's voice in the crowd, but couldn't grab the words. Again I lunged at him. he quickly swung his lamp post, shattering what I can only assume was every bone in now my left hand. The pain unbearable, I wanted it to be over. I wanted it to end, it hurt, it hurt a lot. I was frustrated with no chance of approaching, only more pain would come. If he hit one of my hands with the lamp again I think I would fall unconscious with pain immediately. Jax moved forward and I flinched in fear.

He jumped to me again with such quickness, before his final blow landed I heard him say, and I will never forget "Imagine if I had a real weapon". I awoke in the hospital, they said I had been there for a week, in and out of consciousness. Blood backed up in my brain or something of the sort. After some surgeries and physical rehabilitation I was out. A monk had come to read to me while I was there, and I stayed on his farm assisting him with whatever he needs. Eventually we got married. We now live in Moscow, and have a son. My husband doesn't know of my past, I was found on the road half dead. The report was of a hit and run. He doesn't know why I picked the unusual name Jax for our son. I don't know exactly why, either. He changed something in me, Jax did. Maybe it would have come from any of the opposing fighters. But it was Jax. And i'll never forget. And I hope I never have another piece of the champ again. And God I hope he never gets his hands on a REAL weapon.

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