Lost sat on the ground floor, looking at the unimpressive, bullshit light show. He waited for the fight, building himself up to his strongest forms. He streched every muscel, warmed up all of them. He moved threw the air, kicking and punching, testing different combos real quickly, but saving his best for the fight. He Strapped down his gloves and tightened his shirts. He was ready. Who would be that last fighter thou, He wondered.