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Third round in and you hadn't been tired ever since this fight started about a few minutes ago.
You panted through your nostrils as you shuffled and held your fists tighter when you send a threw to your opponent's face.
You swallowed hard as the audience cheered at the punch you threw and the opponent clenched her jaw madly.
That, she slashed your leg and quickly got booed but then the crowd instantly changed their mood when they found out that I knocked her out.
You raised your arms and sighed in relief when you lifted your head, clenching your eyes shut as you prayed every word coming out of your mouth.
As you heard whistles and applauds in excitement throughout the arena, you swallowed hard and smiled at the crowd while the referee and nurses checked the opponent out.
You felt bad. You hated every person in the fight when they didn't care about knocking out their opponent. They just wanted the money and the congratulations around the world.
So you went towards your opponent and congratulated her even though she was in a bad place. She smiled and patted your shoulder.
"I'm so sorry about this. I know you did so well. I'm proud of you." You whispered to your ear and she nodded.
"It's fine. You did amazing out there. You're the best." She said in her deep Polish accent and hugged you sweetly.
Then, you guys pulled away when you felt a hand on your bare shoulder, catching your attention. As you patted her back gently, you send her a sweet smile even though you still felt bad for her.
"Congrats." She said before she went to her group.
Soon, you did the same when your men congratulated you and cheered you up for a long time ever since you started fighting professionally.
You were known as the best woman UFC fighter of all time and the best knockout fighter to complete with. You were just the best of everything in the fighting history of UFC. As you were born and raised in Canada, you were said that you were the best Canadian athlete of all time just the age of twenty-five.
You broke the records when you won twenty times without losing to anyone. You were the beast to everyone's eyes.
You watched the crowd jump in their seats in disbelief and excitement watching you win about a million times now.
You were undefeated and that was the main reason why everyone was so shocked to see and have the first woman UFC fighter to have no losses.
It was pretty big news to everyone but to you, it didn't matter. That's not what you wanted. You still didn't know what you needed. Even though you had everything just beside you, your mind was stuck somewhere else.
You just needed someone but you didn't know who. That was the question. Who?
You never understood why it was difficult just to find and need someone beside you at all times. It's like you were invisible and lost but instead, you were famous and big to everyone.
