And still he hopped back up to his feet feeling strong, he could feel his muscle bulk up like a gorilla when he stood on his feet, and his trembling heart slowed down finally. But it all ended when Diddy Kong felt something small like a blade of grass, but gave a great force like a raging twister. He felt a punch pose a crack on his cheek bone, and he felt his teeth break and pop out of his gums like a falling building. He felt his blood rise up from his gums, and its taste was as bitter as tree bark. He felt his legs lose their strength and let his body fall in defeat in a thud.
His eyelids felt as heavy as a big man's weights, and his vision was fading with every passing moment. He couldn't move, he tried getting up but his legs and arms refused to move, not even his tail gave a care to give a twitch.
"Nine!" Yelled the announcer.
Diddy Kong's eyes started opening slowly when he heard the Announcer, but his limbs would not move, like his brain gave up hope to move. Like the glorious lights of his soul, turned off. "It's already been nine seconds," thought Diddy Kong. "But i still can't give up," it hurts but my momma never raised a cry baby," thought Diddy Kong.
"Ten!" Yelled the Announcer. "And it's all over! "Mac with the right hand!" said the Announcer.
Diddy Kong felt a pair of hands pick him up by each side, and he felt them walking back the same bridge, and into the same cell. Soon Diddy Kong regained Conctiousness, and his sight returned, but all he saw was the same dark grey walls. And the same shock collar constricted his neck like a boa. He heard the door shut with power, and the echo ran around the giant cell swiftly.
Diddy turned around to see the men who put him down gently in his cell, he looked at the men through the small square shaped window that connected to the door, he looked at the one on the left. The one who wore blue pupals on his eyes, and blonde hair on his head, the one with the same black shirt and gray pants.
"I see your soul boy, I can feel your trembling heart," said Diddy Kong. "What did I do to deserve to be in here, in the place where fighting is common and piece and love is uncommon," said Diddy Kong.
The man looked at Diddy Kong, his torn flesh that exposed his blood shined among his cell, but his two giant lakes of bruises did not glisten. "I'm sorry," said the man.
"You see my legs struggling to keep me standing, I always treat my neighbors like a brother, and still I get pulled behind bars," said Diddy Kong. "That man with boxing gloves has lost his soul, this place makes your soul fade," said Diddy Kong.
The man walked forward into the window, "The CEO wanted you in here, I'm sorry," said the gaurd.
"Sorry ain't gonna help me now, if you're sorry then give me your keys, open this door if you're sorry," said Diddy Kong. "Take this collar of my neck if you're sorry, never let a being you're sorry for be treated like an animal," said Diddy Kong.
There was a long, painful pause, and all the man did was look at Diddy Kong. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."
"Figures," said Diddy Kong.
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