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The Most Blood I've Ever Seen

A fight so bloody, I thought the man was going to die. It was an elbow that did it. It split him open right between the eyes. He had a hole in the middle of his nose. I felt uncomfortable, as the canvas started to get painted with the man's blood. So much red was in his eyes. There was no way he could’ve seen anything. The ref let it go on and on, for minutes. He let it go on for fucking minutes. I felt that the fight should have been stopped after the first round, but nope, he let the man stumble to his corner. You could hear the cut-man tell the fighter, “Relax. Relax. Breath. This will close. This will close. Relax.” His coaches didn’t throw in the towel. They let the man back into the fight. It didn’t seem right…

His opponent went right to work. More elbows from hell, right to the nose. He was aiming for the hole between his eyes. He split it open even more, yet still, the ref let it go on. His coaches let it go on.

I had never seen a canvas with that much blood on it before; not from just one fight. Actually, it was the most blood I’d ever seen in my life. I started to wonder just how much blood can a person lose, without passing out or dying.

The fighter kept fighting, only, I’m not sure you could’ve called it fighting. It was more like surviving.

Finally, the ref stopped the fight. One man got up and celebrated, and the other man just laid there, covered in his own blood. The doctors ran to him. His eyes were squeezed shut, but, I bet the bright light illuminated the blood in his eyes, and he was seeing bright red, bright lights and the shadows of the doctors hovering over him.

The camera turned back to the fighter who had won. He was still celebrating. Then, a commercial break. I didn’t pay any attention to what was trying to be sold to me. I was too worried about the fighter with the hole in his face.

The commercial ended, and I was relieved to see that the man, that was covered in his own blood, was standing next to the ref. His hand was in the refs hand, by his side. The ref lifted up the hand of the winner.

That was it, the most blood I'd ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it....

Another car commercial played.


-C.H.

 
 
 

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