Jax lay on the ground in defeat, wishing he would never get up again. He stays limp despite the breathed heavily with legs and arms sprawled around as of dropped. His eyes closed in regret and failure, he would not let this go uncalled for. Tomorrow they'd fight again, perhaps he'd get a better surrounding or a lucky shot, and if he lost tomorrow then the next day, if not then the next, he'd fight until he was better than she. Now with a goal he knows that he must beat others to get stay here, something he'd do easy to low lifes and idiots. Now with anger in his eyes and blood boiling, Jax runs out to pray on the weaker links, hoping to rise in the ranks. "she'll see, I'm going to be the damn best, better than everyone here" he growled in a merciless, repetitive grudge.