As soon as I said that, everyone—I mean EVERYONE blew up, because they were all waiting for me to knock his loud-ass out, but I took the 'high ground' because of the damage he sustained. Even Quinn and Tatiana—our "refs"—couldn't believe what I just did because if it was any other day, I would've just knocked his ass out and took the winnings and the glory.
But no, I already proved that I could beat him in a fight and I sure as hell wouldn't lose to him any time soon, but the only way to make him lose was to make him win.
It's fucking confusing, I know, and breaking a man's psyche and confidence in an exhibition match was uncalled for—usually, but doing all this shit for him would be a lesson he'd thank me later.
Bartow's a man as a man could get but as my new "friend", now's the time to learn some hard shit a man like him should also be capable of. A few from the top of my head were control, temperance, knowing when to stop, acknowledging one's limits, and so on.
