Excerpt from the book
He could not feel the pain—his pride got in the way. Blood showered down across his chest as he landed against the ropes. For the first time, his nose had been broken. He did the only thing he knew how to do: He fought back. His name was Moe Fields.
The blood continued to flow down Moe’s face and chest. He spit to his right, clearing the blood in his throat. He was unaware of the crowd as the blood sprayed down on people in the first row. A woman stood cheering Moe on, proudly wearing his blood on her pale-yellow dress. The outside of the ring was a blur. At that point, Moe’s pain was numbed by a determination no one had seen before. Read more and buy the book!