Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181001143651/@comment-36855838-20181002044648

"TEN!"

"NINE!"

"EIGHT!"

"SEVEN!"

I stagger to my feet, and quickly call a time out.

I flop down into the chair, and soon my manager is patting me down with a cold, damp towel, and giving me cool water to drink.

"Listen, Al. You know as well as I do that I had no Idea you were this good. Hell, I'd've bet on you tonight if I knew!"

I can see Tanya, my opponent, and her Hellhound manager, Samantha, across the ring.

I give my manager a look of pure, unbridled fury.

"Save it, Lenny."

He looks at me, all attempts at kindness faded from his face.