No one knows the trouble I got. No one. But everyone here has trouble and that is Trouble with a capital T. It didn’t matter how hard it snows out, however, inside there was just warmth and blood. The tastes were all around so salty and the dimensions of everyone’s problems were outstanding. The blow by blow steam release was freeing in a way that no one could understand. And the cocktail bar at the ringside even more so. That was a funny touch for sure.
Now, he just had to go in and lace up his gloves and do his best. He had one last match to win. And then he would have it all. His winnings would be enough for him to travel up to Mars and look for his family. He knew they were still up there somewhere and he would find them even if they were dead. He could revive them with his extra winnings. He knows he can get his hands on the serum and drive home a miracle.
But first he had to taste some more salt and win….