The Preacher With Steel Hands, Part Ii

...Steel Hands leapt to the ropes to celebrate, what a dramatic comeback victory! cried out his joy while pumping his fists, right there for the whole audience to see, but his joy vanished hen he turned on back, McGill still lay there, by tremors was wracked. The ring doctor was crouched over his form, and called frantically for medical help, another man began to do C.P.R., was McGill dead? Still hands just couldn’t tell. but all thoughts of ego and titles died, nothing but horror remains in his eyes. Were money and belts worth what he had done, even though it wasn’t his attention? To win a sport he’d put a man near the grave, so that his name by most folk would be mentioned, he’d hurt a man seeking fortune and fame, that would be how folks remembered his name… He did not hear them announce he had won, to the hospital Ray Richardson went, he learned that McGill was barely alive, and to the ICU he’d been sent, Ray saw the man’s wife as she loudly bawled, didn’t feel much like a champion at all. It had been so long since Steel Hands had felt a true and compelling reason to pray, but in that hospital he called out to God, asked him not to let McGill die this day, but he was brain dead, despite Steel Hand’s prayer, trapped deep n a coma, he would stay there. Richardson wailed when he heard the grim news, never imagined such an end to a fight, didn’t care for the money any longer, only cared about how to make this right, the media crowed, if it bleeds it leads, voracious scavengers, looking to feed… Though he didn’t think much on the uproar, Ray was brooding, feeling that he had failed, he was known in life for doing something That outside the ring would land you in jail, he decided something right then and there, and gave his whole fortune for McGill’s care... CONTINUES IN PART III.