Dragoslava then walked away in an almost dramatic fashion with her long coat blowing in the breeze.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her little comment about watching fake fighting. Someone like her wouldn’t or shouldn’t be into that kid of stuff.
I found myself a cab to get back to my apartment.
So what if I was beat up a bit? I’ve been in two robot brawls and tons of steel cages. It made me remember one of my first fights back in Macao.
It was five years ago where I ended with a few kicks to my opponents’ midsection before going in for the guillotine choke.
I won by submission. I saw my uncle smiling in the crowd while giving a thumbs up sign.
Although I was bloody and bruised, I gave a thumbs up right back.
Without any words, I knew he meant three words.
“You’re tough enough.”