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knowing that the man was not proposing to me. “I couldn’t give it to her before she passed. I want you to have them.”
     
     
    “I can’t-“
     
     
    “Yes, you can,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. “They’re better off with you rather than collecting dust in my suitcase. It’s a small payment.”
     
     
    “A payment?”
     
     
    “You’ve helped me so much during our time together, Agnes. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you. I guess these earrings are a good start.”
     
     
    “I’ll treasure them,” I said, taking the jewelry from him. “I’ll wear them during your fight. You know, for good luck.”
     
     
    The fighter simply kissed me.
     
     
    The match happened during the following night. The heat wave was coming to an end but it was still quite hot. Brendan had been able to get me ring side tickets. Normally they were difficult to acquire and would give its owner a good view of the Octagon and the fight within it. I wore a simple green dress that I got during a sale from a few months ago. I knew there would be celebrities attending who would have dolled themselves up. However, I didn’t want to draw unneeded attention to myself.
     
     
    We left Romeo with one of Brendan’s sparring partners. I left him with some toys and treats to keep him occupied. Hopefully, he didn’t cause too much trouble while we were away.
     
     
    I arrived with Brendan and his entourage to the venue. It would take place in an arena that normally held concerts by pop artists. In spite of being a mere debut match for Brendan, it had attracted a great deal of media attention. It had already set a record for gate receipts at this particular venue.
     
     
    Unfortunately, Brendan and I would have to go our separate ways once we reached the place. I didn’t have authorization to be with his crew. I would still be close when the actual fight occurred.
     
     
    “Good luck,” I wished him. “Knock that loud mouth on his ass.”
     
     
    He smiled and headed off with his crew.
     
     
    I headed to the entrance and flashed my ticket. Thankfully, I was getting the VIP treatment. I got to sit on heated chairs with food service that was just a call away. I could have a decadent triple fudge cake while watching Brendan pound away at his opponent.
     
     
    A girl could get used to this.
     
     
    Half an hour later, Brendan and his opponent, Diego, showed up in considerable style. Brendan was reserved with same killer focus I had seen during his training session. Diego, on the other hand, was a crowd pleasure who bathed in attention he received from the camera men.
     
     
    The Bulldog was an underdog if betting odds were any indication. I probably should have bet a small fortune on Brendan pulling out a spectacular victory. Soon, the announcer introduced the two men.
     
     
    I clapped politely when he introduced Diego.
     
     
    I cheered like a madwoman when he introduced Brendan.
     
     
    I looked over to the people sitting next to me. They looked to be either celebrities or Diego’s family members. The crowds surrounding us seemed to be evenly divided. There was a few people holding signs featuring bulldogs to support Brendan. One person actually wore an elaborate bulldog costume.
     
     
    I looked at Diego’s corner. His crew was larger than Brendan’s small yet reliable entourage. Diego’s wizened coach shouted at him in Spanish and tried to get his rowdy fighter to focus. I didn’t know if his words were getting through.
     
     
    I wasn’t an expert on the rules of MMA. All I knew was that a match ended in a few possible ways. A fighter could win through a submission that forces his opponent to tap out and surrender. He could win through a knockout which left his opponent in an unconscious state. Or he could win through a technical knockout through which the referee declares that the opponent is no longer in a condition capable of fighting and defending himself.
     
     
    Brendan was believed to be an