There was once a small village in the middle of nowhere where the only means of entertainment was to hold an annual fighting tournament. Everyone in the village would gather to witness these battles where two fighters would fight till the death. The villagers took pride in this event, and the winner would be hailed as the strongest person in the village.
A young man named Jackson had lived in the village all his life and was a known fighter himself. Jackson had grown tired of the violence that came with the tournament. He was fed up with seeing his fellow villagers maim and kill each other just for the sake of proving who was stronger.
One year, during the tournament, Jackson refused to fight. The villagers ridiculed him, and some even went as far as to call him a coward. But Jackson remained firm and chose not to participate.
The day of the final battle arrived, and two fighters entered the ring. They fought hard, and soon one of them was defeated, lying on the ground, unable to move. The villagers had expected the victor to leave his opponent be, but to everyone's surprise, he started beating the fallen fighter with his fists and kicking him repeatedly.
Jackson was standing on the side watching in horror as the beaten man lay motionless on the ground. He rushed into the ring, pulled the winner away, and lifted the man onto his feet. Jackson shouted, "What purpose does it serve to keep a man down when he's already down?"
The villagers were silenced, and some hung their heads in shame. From that day forwards, the fighting tournament came to an end. The villagers realized that it was foolish to celebrate and glorify violence, and it served no purpose.
The small village became a better place, where everyone was treated with kindness and respect, and Jackson became a hero for standing up against what he believed was wrong.