Now the Cat began to try to hit with bare feet in the stomach, or in the groin. Julius answered. The two boys clashed, then fought again.

  Julius was able to lift his counterpart and throw him over himself. He crashed, gasped, but jumped up again. And the battle continued with renewed vigor.

  The boys waved their fists and threw a cascade of blows at each other. Julius got hit on the nose and face, but he also did not remain in debt.

  The boys grappled again and began to fight. The enemy tried to trip again. But Julius was on the alert, and was able to tear his opponent off the gravel and, lifting him up, throw him again with force. He groaned and groaned again in pain. He tried to get up, but Julia's shin hit him right on the chin.

  The boy gritted his teeth and fell again. Julius picked him up by the hair. He remembered the reception he had seen on TV. He took it, turned his counterpart upside down. And then, as he takes it and sits down, hammering into the gravel with force.

  He was bleeding from his nostrils. And it looks like the boy finally passed out.

  Julius placed it carefully and bowed to the audience. Then he raised his hands up.

  Then a barefoot female referee, almost without clothes, but muscular, like a gymnast, jumped up to him and said:

  - Put your foot on his chest. If after three blows he does not tear the shoulder blade off the gravel, your victory will be recorded!

  Julius asked with a smile:

  - And if it breaks?

  The female referee answered confidently:

  - Then, you hit him again so that he does not twitch!

  The boy put his bare, strong foot on the chest of the defeated boy. She was tattooed with a cat, sweaty, tanned, muscular, and heaving heavily.

  The blond woman began to beat. At the third blow, the boy twitched and tore his shoulder blade off the hard gravel.

  She looked at the boy and said:

  - No hold. Beat him!

  The audience roared at the top of their lungs:

  - Beat him! Finish it!

  Julius took and again raised the unfortunate young gladiator, turned him over again and, even jumping, moved his head along the dense gravel. And I almost broke my neck. Then he threw it, much rougher than before. And turned over on his back. From the nostrils, blood gushed much more abundantly. Julius soaked his foot in it and left a scarlet, barefoot, elegant print on the gravel. And then a couple more.

  Then he placed his bloodied foot on his chest.

  The blonde referee slowly delivered three blows near the left ear of the unconscious boy and announced:

  - Out! Win by knockout!

  And she raised the muscular arm of the gladiator boy sharply up!

  Julius exclaimed:

  - Victoria!