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caught his attention. He turned to look at me with his mouth in an ‘o’ shape. He was shocked to see me there, clearly having thought I had given up after he told me to leave. I wasn’t that easy.
    He walked back down the stairs and met me at the bottom. “What the hell are you doing here? Couldn’t my saving your ass once be enough?”
    I shook my head, “This time it is about me saving you. You can’t do this. They could kill you!”
    He puffed out his chest, “Honey, I’m Jordan Jackson. I’m unbeatable.”
    A man tapped Jordan on the shoulder pointed up into the cage. He turned away and began walking back. He looked over his shoulder one more time at me before ascending the stairs . People cheered unanimously, waving their cash in the air as bookies grabbed it and asked them who they were betting on. And that’s when I heard it: “Jordan Jackson or Montegro Ramirez and Lucas Boyo?”
    I grabbed a bookie by the shoulder and turned him around, “I’m sorry, what did you just say? How many guys is Jordan going against?”
    The bookie smiled up at me, missing a few teeth. “Two, of course. No one man could beat him, so we’re going to find out if the double team can.”
    Fuck.
    I watched with terrified eyes as Jordan and two other guys entered the cage. I saw the shock written all over Jordan’s face. Clearly he didn’t know what was going on either. They descended on him like wolves. He tried to fight his way through, blocking one guy’s punches while he was on the offense of the other. But they double teamed him every chance they got, one kicking him in the back while the other assaulted his face. He finally got a good swift kick at the one in front of him which landed with his back against the metal of the cage and turned to face the other. But that just pissed off the first guy. He ran back at Jackson and hopped on his back pulling him down onto the ground with him. Jackson flailed like a bug on its back. He tried to protect his face, but the guy underneath them had him in a headlock and the one that was still standing kicked Jordan in the stomach repeatedly. The crowd went wild. I saw Jordan’s face start to go blue as the guy who had him in a headlock was squeezing too tight.
    I started screaming at them, “He can’t breathe! He can’t breathe!”
    But no one was listening. I did the only thing that I thought would help. I tried to climb over the ropes to get to the stairs. I would have to help him myself. Just as I was about to swing my leg over the rope, a man not much older than Jordan himself in a crisp looking suit stopped me.
    “What do you think you’re doing honey? Nobody but fighters over the rope.”
    I pointed at Jordan, “Those guys are going to kill him!”
    He smiled at me. “Well that’s kind of the point isn’t it? Somebody has to take out the best fighter, so why not me?”
    I looked at him in amazement. This had all been the plan. They didn’t just want to beat Jordan, they wanted to kill him. Just then I heard a woman’s scream from the crowd. “He ain’t moving! You killed him!”
    More shouts from the crowd and I noticed as a group of people started stampeding their way to the exit. The other two fighters were nursing their wounds and walking out of the cage while Jordan lay lifelessly on the floor. The man who had been talking to me smiled and patted his guys on the back before saying, “We should get out of here. One of these people is going to call the cops.”
    They moved out of my way and I sprinted up the stairs and into the cage. Jordan was a mess, blood rushing out of his nose, and it looked like his eye socket might’ve been broken. I watched helplessly for the rise and fall of his chest. He had to be alive, he just had to be.
     
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