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belt. We pull up outside the hotel nearest to the fighting arena and we all say our goodbyes for the night. Still feeling restless after the fight, I decide to take a walk to unwind. The streets are dark with very few street lights. I turn the corner and see a girl stumbling away from a car parked in an alley. The car doesn’t drive off but stays there with the headlights on. I duck into the shadows and watch as the girl stumbles towards me, crying. I reach out and pull her close to me into the shadows. She is holding her right arm, she is bleeding, and she is frightened.
    “I won’t hurt you.” Her body shakes, but she doesn’t say anything. “Where are you hurt?” I look at her and she is bleeding profusely from the upper arm. Her arm has a severe laceration about six inches long. She is dressed in a floral sundress and sandals. I tear off the bottom of my tee shirt and make a pressure dressing for her arm. When it is tied off, I sit her down next to a tree. I hear two car doors open and close, I say, “I’m going to see what they want. Stay here and be silent; I’ll get you help.”
    She reaches for my arm and whispers, “They have a knife.”
    I call 911 and ask for assistance and an ambulance, then I say to the girl, “Stay right here until I get back.” I stand and walk in the shadows, further away from the girl towards the direction of the car. The headlights are no longer on. I see the bastards walking in the alley as I pass them in the darkness. Chances are, they are waiting for me to leave. I learned in boxing to “float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.” I’m grateful that I’m light on my feet or they may hear me.
    I have learned to fear no evil even while walking in the alley of death because I have worked hard to be the toughest man in the alley. Besides, at times you just know that God is on your side. I walk out of the shadows and into the dimly lit alley.
    “You looking for someone?” I ask.
    The two guys turn around and one answers, “My wife. Have you seen her?”
    “Nah, I’ve been here all night. I haven’t seen your wife.”
    They begin to walk closer to me and says, “You’ve been here all night and you didn’t see anyone?”
    “I saw someone, but I’m sure she isn’t your wife . And if she is your wife, I’m sure that she shouldn’t be.” I begin to slowly walk towards them.
    “Where is she?” one of them asks.
    “She is with the police,” I lie. I watch as they look around. I square my shoulders and crack my neck side to side.
    “With the police, huh?”
    “Yeah, that’s right.” Another step closer, we’ll be standing nose to nose. They are dressed in leather coats, jeans, and cowboy boots. “She was injured pretty badly. You don’t know who did that to her, do you?”
    “No idea,” one of them says as the other one takes a swing at me. I hit him right in his nose and then I hit the other one in his left eye. He holds his nose and falls to the ground and the other guy comes at me again with a knife. I hit him as hard as I can and watch as he falls to the ground. The knife falls from his hands and I kick it away from him. I keep my eye on it so I know where to retrieve it later. I wait and neither of them stand up or move. When I’m sure neither of them is getting up, I get the knife and walk back and get the girl.
    I reach my hand out for hers and say, “Come on, Princess. Help is on its way.”
    She takes my hand and stands up. We wait for help to arrive at a distance from the two losers lying on the ground unconscious. I don’t ask her any questions and she doesn’t say anything. When I hear sirens, I reach into my wallet and hand her some money. “Get yourself a room later tonight. You don’t have to take that shit anymore.”
    “I… I can’t take your money,” she stammers.
    I smile and close her hand with the money in it. “Princess, you don’t have a choice.”
    “Thank you.”
    I do what is needed when it is needed. Some religious