ignored. The body simply shuts down to protect itself.
Second five: Marcus's eyes widened in sheer panic and agony. All the air rushed out of his lungs
in a ragged gasp. His legs turned to jelly, and his arms dropped uselessly to his sides.
Second six: He collapsed to the canvas, curling into a tight fetal position, clutching his right side.
The silence in the Iron Den was absolute. No one moved. No one breathed. They stared in
disbelief at the state champion, a mountain of a man, writhing on the floor of the ring after
a single punch from the woman he had just mocked.
"Stop..." Marcus wheezed, tears involuntarily streaming down his face as his body spasmed.
"Please... stop."