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fight of the night.
    “Are
you excited?” she asked me.
    “Yeah, of course. This is crazy fun.”
    “Are
you going to make Jet feel better if he loses?” she cackled after she said it.
    “Forget
that, Brenda. He can lick his own wounds.”
    “You're
no fun.”
    An
announcement was made that the final card was ready to go. When they announced
Jet's opponent, the crowd went wild. I couldn't be sure if he was receiving
cheers, or if they all hated him. It was hard not to get pumped up with all the
action going on around me. The fighter headed to the octagon, where he briefly
met with his team, and then went inside the cage to wait for Jet.
    New
music started to play, and Jet's name was announced. The screams behind me were
at an all-time high. The lungs of the women behind me had to be close to
bursting as they screamed Jet's name. I almost turned around to glare at them,
but then I deemed that behavior inappropriate. They were just anxious to see
him come out and head to the cage, and I was kind of excited to see him come
out, as well. I had never been to an event like this, and knowing someone who
was involved in it made it the more interesting. It was really exciting when he
burst through the curtain, and start to make his way toward the octagon.
    Someone
screamed, “ Jetttt !!” At that moment, everyone got up
from their seats as he made his way down, and the high they had for him was
addictive. He had a killer smile on his face, and he headed down with a cocky look
on his face. The crowd screamed even louder; there were definitely a lot of
fans there to see him. I watched as he met with his team, and got ready for the
fight. He tore his shirt off, and tossed it aside, which made the ladies in the
crown go wild. He turned, and smiled at the crowd, and it was then that he
caught my eye. To say that he was stunned to see me in the crowd was the
understatement of the year. A slow smile played on my lips, as my heart was
beating furiously in my chest, like a cage full of wild horses. He turned away
from me quickly, and I couldn't read the expression on his face. I suddenly
couldn't breathe, and held my breath until the bell rang, and the fight began.
I immediately lifted my camera up, to make sure I was ready to catch the shots
I wanted.
    The
opponent’s name was Dillon, and as soon as Jet moved forward, he threw a kick
and landed it right in Jet's ribcage. He hit so hard, something that I didn't
expect, that it caused me to whisper a silent no at the sight of it. Jet didn’t check the kick―instead he ate
it, and I could tell he didn’t like it. He recovered quickly, however, and went
in with a four punch combination that landed wonderfully on Dillon's face,
causing his head to snap back repeatedly. Jet's body was strong and flexible,
and his movements were fluid―almost like watching a violent dance. It was
pleasing to the eye to watch his powerful muscles in action. The crowd started
to boo as Jet took another hit to his torso, and I prayed that he wouldn’t crack
his ribs.
    Dillon
followed with an uppercut to Jet's chin. As Jet's head flew up, blood splattered
the mat. I was snapping pictures in quick succession, my heart pounding in fear
along with the shutter. I couldn't believe the reaction I experienced when he
took a hit.
    Jet
regained his position, keeping his guard up, and moved in toward Dillon. I
could hear his corner yelling for him to build up to something. He was clearly
a strong fighter, and didn’t seem winded at all while he was fighting. Dillon,
however, seemed to be getting tired. He moved in too quickly, and went in for
another body shot to his side, dropping Jet down to one knee.
    A
scream tore out of me that surprised Brenda beside me, “No!” There were screams
behind me from the other women, whose hearts Jet seemed to have stolen. They
were screaming for him to get back up and fight. Jet's eyes flickered toward me,
and he got up off the mat, and swung, hitting Dillon square in the jaw,