The count echoed in his head. He could hear voices around him telling the coach to stop the fight. Saying that he had had enough that he was beat. Jarrett turned his attention away from his gum shields and watched Chinedu walk away from the neutral corner and joke around with his corner.

Were they laughing at him?

Jarrett lifted his body off the canvas and onto his knees.

**“So I’m a clown am I?”
**

He thought to himself as he picked up his gum shields and popped them back into his mouth. Jarrett’s tank was empty but now he was running purely on anger. He struggled to plant his feet on the canvas continuing to talk to himself,

“Am I just a punchbag for you to play with?”

Everything else around him became insignificant, as if the only thing left in the world was himself and this man before him who had beaten him down and was now mocking him. Chinedu was still laughing around with his corner, his back turned to Jarrett. With his feet now firmly on the canvas, Jarrett extended his legs, slowly standing up.

His coach gave him a look as if to say “are you sure?” Jarrett gently pushed him aside and moved towards the center of the ring, then waited. Chinedu still had his back to him; immersed in a conversation with his trainer. They had not realised that Jarrett had got back up to his feet, which only fuelled Jarrett’s anger forcing him to explode.

He walked up to Chinedu and punched him in the back of his head.

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