Roman got up and left the newspaper to his room without leaving. The body was shaking with a mixture of passion and jazba.
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On the day of the debate the PTA venue flooded national and international fans. After the introductory struggle it finally came to a time when exactly all the flooded people were waiting. A boxer from Swaziland climbed the wall accompanied by a coach and a handful of his teammates, little cheers were heard, but more were the cheering sounds from Deus fans. Then he entered Deus himself accompanied by his coach and promotor along with a string of gongs, a special flava music accompanying him escaping from loudspeakers spreading around the corner of the hall, screams, dinners and butts echoing in every direction, and as the excitement grew, so Roman, one of the spectators who attended the contest with fellow boxers Kawe Boxing Club and their coach Mark Tonto, could hear the collective reaction from the venue.
"Deus ... Deadly ... Deus ... Deadly ... Deus ... Deadly ...!"
Roman remained silent watching the event closely, and when the bell rang, he witnessed how Deus was slapping his opponent out of the sack in a way that made him understand why he had reached the point of being called a "murderous Deus". Swift went down twice, in the fourth and ninth innings, and when he went down for the third time in the tenth round he never got up again. It's over. Deus had previously committed “murder”.
The hall was provided for meals. Fans tried to invade the ring, before being silenced and Deus was officially declared the winner. As the hall reappeared, Deus was lifted up and waving his fists in the air to watch his victory. Roman stood up and began to move closer to the edge, with Mark Tonto accompanying him.
"How Roman ..." Mark asked.
"I want to see him better ..." Roman replied as he pushed himself forward and stood a few steps along the edge, with his arms around his chest as he watched the Tanzanian world champion celebrate his victory. And then all of a sudden, in his wanderings celebrating his victory while his face with a wide smile, Deusdeadly's eyes fell to Roman as he stood beside the watch.
They saw each other ... face to face.
Suddenly the face of the world champion Deus changed, and the smile was wiped out, replaced by surprise, then something like a huge panic, and quickly the fear was replaced by fury. He shrugged and slipped from his shoulders to the fan he was carrying. In doing so, he bowed his head to keep from falling, and as he did so, Roman was able to see Inspector Fatma on the opposite side.
The soldier wasn't watching what was going on inside the wall, but watching Roman from where he was standing!
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On the day of the debate the PTA venue flooded national and international fans. After the introductory struggle it finally came to a time when exactly all the flooded people were waiting. A boxer from Swaziland climbed the wall accompanied by a coach and a handful of his teammates, little cheers were heard, but more were the cheering sounds from Deus fans. Then he entered Deus himself accompanied by his coach and promotor along with a string of gongs, a special flava music accompanying him escaping from loudspeakers spreading around the corner of the hall, screams, dinners and butts echoing in every direction, and as the excitement grew, so Roman, one of the spectators who attended the contest with fellow boxers Kawe Boxing Club and their coach Mark Tonto, could hear the collective reaction from the venue.
"Deus ... Deadly ... Deus ... Deadly ... Deus ... Deadly ...!"
Roman remained silent watching the event closely, and when the bell rang, he witnessed how Deus was slapping his opponent out of the sack in a way that made him understand why he had reached the point of being called a "murderous Deus". Swift went down twice, in the fourth and ninth innings, and when he went down for the third time in the tenth round he never got up again. It's over. Deus had previously committed “murder”.
The hall was provided for meals. Fans tried to invade the ring, before being silenced and Deus was officially declared the winner. As the hall reappeared, Deus was lifted up and waving his fists in the air to watch his victory. Roman stood up and began to move closer to the edge, with Mark Tonto accompanying him.
"How Roman ..." Mark asked.
"I want to see him better ..." Roman replied as he pushed himself forward and stood a few steps along the edge, with his arms around his chest as he watched the Tanzanian world champion celebrate his victory. And then all of a sudden, in his wanderings celebrating his victory while his face with a wide smile, Deusdeadly's eyes fell to Roman as he stood beside the watch.
They saw each other ... face to face.
Suddenly the face of the world champion Deus changed, and the smile was wiped out, replaced by surprise, then something like a huge panic, and quickly the fear was replaced by fury. He shrugged and slipped from his shoulders to the fan he was carrying. In doing so, he bowed his head to keep from falling, and as he did so, Roman was able to see Inspector Fatma on the opposite side.
The soldier wasn't watching what was going on inside the wall, but watching Roman from where he was standing!