Oscar was lying on the ground after that brutal knee, his vision beginning to blur and blood flowing from his mouth. Every breath was a reminder of the pain that overwhelmed him.
Meanwhile, Frank celebrated his passenger triumph with a derogatory smile.
—I'm the best in this city! -he shouted with euphoria-. If only there were people here to appreciate my great skill...
Oscar seemed not to listen to his words; Everything had become a distant echo. He closed his eyes, trying to block the noise that surrounded him. But he could still hear Frank's mocking voice.
"Another call" champion "defeated by me," he said to the ground with arrogance.. They are nothing more than clowns.
—What's happening? Aren't you going to get up now? Frank shouted at him, his tone laced with mockery. Then I will grind your bones.
The provocation resonated in Oscar's ears, waking something inside him. Despite pain and confusion, a spark of determination began to burn inside.
Miranda and her past fights crossed Oscar's mind at that time, as fleeting shadows. Images of her, her strength and determination, they intertwined with painful memories: the face of her former representative, covered with blood, and the promise that had made himself: "I will not fight again as before."
Each memory was a stab in his heart. If I lost that fight, what would it and Miranda? Doubt consumed it.
Moments with God also crossed his mind, images of hope and faith that contrasted with the chaos that surrounded him.
"Maybe I should fight with all my strength; Miranda trusts me," he thought determinedly.
He listened to Frank's mocking laugh in the distance, every laugh resonating as a reminder of his arrogance. That image was recorded in his mind, feeding his frustration.
Finally, Oscar opened his eyes, a new spark of determination shining within him. He was willing to stand up and fight; he wouldn't give up.
Tightening his teeth, he felt how fury was reborn inside him. He stirred his head trying to recover, hit the ground with his hands, letting out his entire frustration and anger. And slowly, although sore, he got up once more.
Oscar was standing, blood flowing from his lips. His expression was a mix of fury and determination; the flame of his spirit had been reborn with strength.
Frank watched him, a arrogant smile on his face as he began to applaud.
"You're stupid," he mocked. This time I will knock you down and you will not get up again. I will break the bone in your leg, so you will never walk again.
Oscar felt how anger bubbled inside him, like a volcano about to erupt.
—Let's see if you can knock me down again, idiot! —Oscar responded, placing himself on guard, ready to return each blow.
The tension in the air was palpable; Both men were ready to engage in fierce combat.
Frank smiled, feeling challenged, and without thinking twice, threw a jump in the air, turning to kill him. Oscar reacted quickly, moving aside and dodging the attack with agility. But Frank didn't stop there; With his other leg, he launched another kick towards him. This time, Oscar covered himself with both arms, feeling the impact vibrate through his body.
Taking advantage of Frank's fall, Oscar prepared to counterattack. Frank fell next to him and began throwing punches furiously. Oscar cushioned the blows with his open hands, feeling each one like a heartbeat in his chest. In the middle of the exchange, he threw a sharp punch that collided with Frank's fist, generating a dull sound that echoed through the air.
Frank did not give up; He kept throwing his blows as if they were bullets. Oscar moved quickly, dodging each attack. In a critical moment, he used his elbow to block a punch from Frank. The impact resonated on Frank's wrist, causing him to shake his hand with an expression of pain.
Taking advantage of the moment, Oscar threw a quick right hand that hit Frank's face hard. Without giving him time to react, she grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look down. They both remained like that, trapped in a struggle, with their eyes fixed on the ground.
Oscar began to proper knees with his right leg on Frank's left ribs, while he responded with his left leg, hitting Oscar's right ribs. Knee after knee resonated in the air, mixing with the sounds drowned in pain that escaped both men.
Looking for a quick exit, Oscar executed a cunning move: he placed his foot behind Frank's and staggered him, causing him to fall. Without thinking, Oscar fell on him, ready to throw a right hand that sounded like a cutting whip.
The impact made Frank instinctively defend himself, raising his arms to protect his face. Taking advantage of that defense, Oscar began to attack his ribs, alternating blows left and right with precision.
After receiving several painful impacts, Frank found a chance; He pushed Oscar's arms using his legs and gave him a kick in his chest that made him go back and fall to the ground. Both rose quickly, ready to continue the fight with renewed determination.
Oscar ran to Frank, trying to knock him down with a Tackle tactic. However, Frank showed resistance and both stood, struggling with all their might.
Taking advantage of the position, Frank grabbed Oscar from his neck, taking him to the height of his stomach, and began to proper elbow in the back, near the column. Each blow was like torture, and Oscar felt how pain accumulated in his body while looking for a desperate exit.
With a fast movement, Oscar drained strongly, managing to free himself from Frank's grip. He placed himself behind him and gave him a patadón on the back that resonated in the air, causing a shout drowned with pain from Frank.
He turned quickly, with fury reflected in his eyes. But Oscar was already in the air, turning agility; His foot violated violently against Frank's face. The blow was so forceful that it caused him to spit out blood, the metallic taste filling his mouth as he staggered backwards.
Oscar saw his chance while Frank wobmed after the impact of the patadón on his face. With determination, he approached him, determined to take advantage of the moment. He placed himself in front of Frank and, taking a quick turn, passed Scott's arm over his shoulder, throwing him hard to the ground.
With Frank lying, Oscar clung to his right arm, applying a key with precision. Frank twisted desperately, looking for any way of freeing himself, but Oscar would not let him escape so easily. With a grimace of effort, he stretched Frank's arm towards himself, clenching his teeth while exercising all his strength.
A crunch resonated in the air; It was Frank's sound being dislocated. The heartbreaking cry that escaped from his lips filled the atmosphere, but Oscar showed no compassion. He quickly released him and positioned himself on him while Frank grabbed his injured arm.
Without mercy, Oscar began hitting his face with interspersed punches; Left, right, blow after blow. Each impact left blood footprints on Frank's face, transforming his face into a pain map.
Finally, Oscar pinned Frank's neck to the ground, feeling his heart pounding as Frank's eyes widened in terror. With determination, Oscar raised his right fist, clenching it tightly and preparing to deliver the final blow.
At that time, an image crossed Oscar's mind as an arrow: the face of his former representative, covered with blood in a similar situation. "I regret having done that," he resonated in his mind, along with other memories that appeared as flashes, one after another.
Suddenly, Oscar returned to reality. There was Frank, lying under him with an expression of terror on his face. With a deep sigh, he lowered his fist and, clenching his teeth, released him from the grip he had on his neck. Frank breathed with relief, feeling how the air returned to his lungs.
Oscar stood up and looked at Frank, whose face was covered in blood and whose dislocated arm dangled uselessly at his side. Sigh; It had been a difficult fight and the pain was beginning to show in his own body.
"Go from here," Oscar said, breathing out. You better look for help with Brown.
With those words, he turned around and moved away from the place, slightly leaning on his column as he walked back to his nearby apartment.
Frank got up with difficulty, each movement was a reminder of the pain he felt for his entire body. He grabbed his injured arm and began to move away from the place, struggling to find someone who could help him. Humiliation invaded him; The feeling of having been defeated could not be shaken without receiving the final blow. His pride and reputation were made.
"It is supposed to never lose," Frank murmured as he left the place, with his voice full of rage and disappointment.