Peter H. Zindler / Peter HZindler
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Fortified with their overwhelming verbal support, Megog dipped his muscled shoulder and shot forward. Quickly I dodged to the right, but he had anticipated my very move and crashed straight into my chest. He had guessed my path of escape. With a loud thud, my back slammed the mat and my head bounced off the hard rubber surface. Starbursts of pain rocketed through my brain like a meteor shower. I lay there dazed, unable to move.The crowd jumped to their feet and cheered! Megog had executed a brilliant combination move. This society’s love of violence in sport was particularly keen.Pulling myself to my knees, I couldn’t breathe. My eyes refused to focus and all I could see was a colorful kaleidoscope of fuzzy objects. My head felt like it was in a hot steel vice that someone was tightening. Again, I gasped for air, but none came. I knew what would happen next and tried to raise my arms to defend myself, but my body rebelled. My brain couldn’t activate my muscles. 'Dear Jesus,' was all I could say before I fell to the mat in an unconscious heap.
