*****
Cain's chest was beating up and down heavily.
A dozen of cuts spread messily across his entire body while fresh blood dripped from his face and down the gauntlet.
His battle suit looked all battered and ragefully torn, a disgrace to what it one's was.
One dislocated hand was no longer of any use as Cain kept the useful hand on the shoulder of the now useless one.
Only a few minutes has passed since round two started but he was already tired and had minor injuries around his body.
Even his opponent too wasn't left out.
With claw-like injuries and minor cuts around his body, his battle suit also completely tore up leaving his upper body to be left open.
Flair could be said, to be the one in worst shape than Cain, struggling to keep on standing.
Smirking at his opponent, Cain. Flair voiced out, "What an exciting match, don't you think so?".
Purposely delaying time to recover and calm his raging vint energy.
