Damn it the kid wasn’t going to surrender. Jake felt the sinewy boney arm tense, felt his body heave and tense. Shaking his head Jake began applying more pressure, hoping to just dislocate and not break the arm. Suddenly the ref was yanking at him, shouting in his ear. 

[color=f9ad81]“It’s over . . .It’s over. Let him up, let him up!”[/color]

Jake immediately released the hold and scrambled to his feet, stepping in something. Glancing down he saw the towel crumpled under him. 

Reaching down he grabbed the kid's hand and yanked to his feet, leaning in close to be heard above the cacophony.

[color=6ecff6]“You did good kid. Anytime. Anytime you want to go again, you got it. You’re a hell’uva a fighter.”
[/color]

Jake hugged the kid and raised his arm high before getting pulled away by his corner as the ref was conferring with the judges to make sure they were all on the same page. 

Through the arena the refrains from Jake’s fight song blared the final refrains.

[i][color=fff79a]Severing the heart, then I'm leaving your corpse behind
Not dead but soon to be and
I'm gonna be the one to say I told you so[/color][/i]

[color=ed1c24]FINIS[/color]