My body is slick with sweat, and I hardly feel the impact when my elbow drives into the nose of the guy behind me. Serves him right. My coach is screaming, the ref is blowing his whistle, it’s all just noise to me. Am I being benched? I don’t know, everything’s fuzzy. I don’t understand what’s happening as black creeps into my vision. Grabbing ahold of me, and yanking me under. The last thing I remember is slamming into the floor, and my name being screamed before it all fades to black
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