"How are you feeling?"
Kiernan asked.
Neal couldn't answer as he was drinking water but nodded in response and let out a sound that suggested that he was feeling really good.
'His confidence is rising, I can tell. One more remaining, and with the current point total, as long as Travis doesn't completely dominate the third round, Neal can win.
'However, it feels anticlimactic, and there might be some doubt left in Neal's head if he only wins with a decision.
'I want him to knock that bastard out.'
While they were feeling pretty relaxed, the mood in the red corner was completely different as Travis crushed the water bottle in his hand and shouted.
"He will try to go for grappling? He will avoid the edge? Both things you said were absolutely fucking wrong!"
"Calm down, Travis. The match is not over. Just refocus and give it your all."
Adrian said.
"Is that all the advice you can give me? Worthless! I am losing because you're giving me wrong advice, for fuck's sake!"
