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pushing
him back into the cage walls. Jet took the opportunity to regain his position
before Dillon moved toward him again.  
    My
nerves were raw as I continued taking pictures of the scene laid out before me.
I couldn't tell how the fight was going, or who would reign supreme at the end
of it. I found the experience very stressful, and wished for it to end quickly.
People all around started chanting Jet's name in a frenzied sort of way that
got my heart pumping.
    “Jet! Jet! Jet!”
    I
looked around the arena, still amazed by how many people had come out to the
fights that night. I glanced back at Jet, just in time to see him feint a low
kick, only to come spinning around to smash Dillon with a spinning back fist.
The movement had been incredible, and I couldn't believe that I had caught it
on camera. I almost screamed out with joy. The impact of the hit took Dillon
off his feet, and he went flying backwards. He never got back up, and the crowd
went insane. Jet returned to his corner while the medics checked up on Dillon.
The judges were ready to call the fight, and the two fighters met in the middle
of the cage. They announced Jet the winner by TKO, and the crowd cheered madly
around me. Jet put his hands high in the air, as if he was proudly accepting
his victory. The look on his face was priceless, and it was the last photo of
him I caught that night. I was grateful that I had taken so many pictures of
him at the beginning of the fight, as I hadn't anticipated him ending the fight
during the first round. I watched as he went out of the octagon, and his corner
people were all over him with congratulations. I noticed one of the octagon
girls heading his way, and when she approached him, she wrapped her arms around
him, hugging him a little too tightly as she congratulated him on his win .
    I
turned to Brenda, who watched the whole scene go down as well. “Let's get out
of here, and grab something to eat. We can compare pictures.”
    She
smiled sadly at me, but didn't say a thing. She nodded, and we got up, and left
the fights behind us.  

 
    Chapter Eight
    Jet

 
    I
awoke the next morning in a fog; a happy fog, but a fog nonetheless. I had been
out all night, and had only gotten a few hours of sleep. I was still on a high,
however, from the fight last night, and I wasn't sure I would be getting off of
cloud nine anytime soon. We had all gone out after the fights and got pretty
hammered. That was probably an understatement; we had all been drinking like
lushes at the bar. It was that fog that made me still sleepy after waking up―the
drunken fog. Maybe I was still drunk; it was hard to say. It had been a great
night. Robbie made sure to get some drinks into my system after the attack I
took on my ribs during the fight. Dillon had given me a run for my money, and
even moving briefly in bed, I felt a sharp pain. I would be sore for at least a
week, but I would survive. I would have to take extra care of my ribs for the
next little while, so they could heal properly in time for my next fight. I
needed to ease up on training in order to let the healing process happen
properly.
    I
rose up from my pillow as slowly as possible, making sure to take care of my
ribcage. Wrapping it later would probably be a great idea. Man, was I ever sore.
A fight will do that to you, however, in one manner or another. I'm sure Dillon
was feeling his own brand of soreness the same morning. I grinned at the
thought of him taking that hit, eating my back fist like it was his morning
breakfast. He would think twice about coming in close in a fight next time,
there was no doubt about that. I was glad that I finished the fight in the
first round. He was a strong fighter, and you never knew what could happen in
the next round. I sat up and felt the full extent of a headache coming on. I got
up quickly to find some painkillers. I went into my bathroom, and opened the
medicine cabinet, riffling through it until I found some Motrin. I popped a
couple