Just Get Back Up When It Knocks You Down Novels & Stories

Brek hits me at ninth hour. Not hard. Controlled, measured, the kind of hit that's designed to test response rather than cause damage. He's been doing this for three days and every time his fist connects I can see him doing math in his head — calculating what should happen versus what does. What should happen: I go down. Compensate. Recover slow. What does: I don't go down.

"when you oponent charges for their attack you're supposed to stay low not clash with him head first, you'll be the only one who gets hurt" he let me go and I sleep off his hands glaring at him as I took off in my pace without looking back . T.B.C .

Suddenly. Knock. Knock. Knock.

'That bitch knows how to punch' - I think as I lean in. I try to catch my breath by backing up a few steps, but this bitch doesn't give me time and knocks me to the ground, gets on top of me, starts slapping me, but I grab her by the wrists and pull her down. I bump my head on yours, it leaves her disoriented for a second, just long enough for me to reverse positions, start punching her in the face, but she fights back with her hands.

He crossed his legs in mine, doubling me over. I crashed on the floor with a loud thud and landed on my butt. “Owww.” a disgruntled noise left my lips as I tossed him a dead stare. “Rise, you have no time to be feeling pained. It doesn't matter the number of times you fall, picking yourself back up is what matters.” He stretched out a hand for me and I reluctantly took it. “Just wait till I'm able to get good at this. You won't stand a chance.” I grumbled.

he said, then swept my legs out from under me. I hit the sand with an oof. He crouched beside me. “In Bloodthorn, when someone knocked you down, what did you do?” he asked again. “Stayed down,” I said. “Waited for it to be over.” “Here,” he said, “you learn how to get back up faster than they expect.” He showed me. Taught me. Made me try until my body started to remember on its own. By the time he called a halt, my hair was plastered to my neck, my arms shook, and my lungs burned.

Bowen screamed. Everyone could hear the panic and hysteria in his voice. He stumbled off the stage, tripping and lurching toward the backstage area. In his panic, he didn't notice the steps. So, he twisted his ankle and fell straight down, rolling all the way down the stairs. The staff who were backstage finally snapped out of their daze. They fumbled in panic to shut off the screen. The giant screen went black in an instant. I became even more of a joke standing in front of the dark screen alone.

Once again being stabbed all over my lower body by the crap and broken shit all over this dirty floor. I can take a punch or two, I know that much, and I try to shake it off as I scramble to get to my knees once more. Hand sliding over my leg, then ankle and grabbing my shoe as I do so. My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock.

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He fell twice from the attack of his opponent. He came back with vigor but he couldn’t knock his opponent the judges ruled against him so he was out completely.