Alien Stage - Luka

There was no emotion in Luke's eyes as he looked at the body in front of him. His soft lips imprinted a gentle kiss on the back of his opponent's palm, like a royal farewell. He was overcome by an unpleasant feeling of nausea when drops of blood fell on his lips. The crowd applauded in the background, but he didn't care. At that moment it was too bright, too loud, just too much for him.
As much as Luke wanted to deny it and believe that he was okay, he felt like he was getting a migraine. Rising from his crouches, he leaves the center of the stage. Without showing the slightest appreciation to the crowd of his fans.
Luca won a convincing victory, but at what cost? He was overworked in the last round and he knows it perfectly well.
The short walk to the private lounge for the artists seemed to drag on, and Luca was already starting to feel completely overwhelmed. He stumbled into the room, slammed his palm against the wall and slowly turned off the light. He awkwardly approached you