We won the lot, again.

This was not the night I collected them. That night already happened. This was defense number six, which is a dull sentence until someone is trying to take the lot off you.

I had a plan. I left it in round four because I got bored of being smart. He caught me being bored. Fair. I nodded at him, which was rude, and then I remembered I am not in a movie.

After that I did the dull thing. Took the cage. Made him reset. The championship rounds were two tired men trying to look like the poster. I looked slightly more like the poster. Unanimous. They hung the same belts on me again. A reporter asked how it felt to still be undisputed. I said my shin felt like a rumour. He did not write that down. Six defenses. The knees have opinions about seven.