The crowd jumped to their feet and cheered! Megog had executed a brilliant combination move. This societys love of violence in sport was particularly keen.
Pulling myself to my knees, I couldnt breathe. My eyes refused to focus and all I could see was a colorful kaleidoscope of fuzzy objects. My head felt like it was in a hot steel vice that someone was tightening. Again, I gasped for air, but none came. I knew what would happen next and tried to raise my arms to defend myself, but my body rebelled. My brain couldnt activate my muscles. Dear Jesus, was all I could say before I fell to the mat in an unconscious heap.