Many times, reputations are unfairly earned.
Largo had a reputation.
Peerless fighter.
Fair, yet dedicated to his goals. Stoic, self-assured.
Today, he earned more of a reputation.
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"...it...it was a flu-" Largo stammered.
"You bastard!" Sharon shrieked, as she backhanded Largo across the face.
Then, realizing the action had caused her to drop the top she was holding on, blushed and fled the arena.
"...but...I mean...but...but..." Largo stammered still, the handprint reddening his face.
Certainly, Largo's slash had been intended to split Sharon's head, not her bikini.
But no one will ever believe that, now will they?
Maybe not even Largo...
