El Diablo looked right him and said “Look Tony you have been loyal but I have arranged for u to losing the 3rd round deify me and u will die”. Tony hated losing but he decided that keeping his head was better than dying so he didn’t protest. El Diablo then said “now go and lose that fight Tony”. Tony walked off a crossed the door and turned around, he saw the 2 men that were with El Diablo each pull out a 9mm pistol with silencers and simultaneously aim the pistols an inch away from the injured man and shoot. Tony saw as the thick red blood blast out the front of his head and as the body dropped and the blood pour out into the thick cement of the alley. Just before the door closed El Diablo turned in his direction and nodded, Tony knew it was his own little way of saying drop 3rd quarter or the same will happened to you. Tony silently walked to the locker room, he felt like his whole world was spinning. Tony was dazed as he put on the colorful shorts and walked towards the ring. Tony was completely aware that he had two options… option one was beat his opponent and make all his fans happy and get shot and killed or option to lose the match disappoint