Shame filled Alejandro as he stood over the bloodied bull, its sides heaving to bring in a last gasp of air. The killing stroke had not found the heart. The enormous bull had fought well, maybe too well. At the last second, its shoulders had turned and deflected the blade.
Looking up at the Presidente, he knew what was coming. The catcalls from the crowd told the tale. Thumbs down.
The blue lights lit the night sky, announcing his utter failure to the world..