Many Reasons

I think Leon struck something vital in me. Something debilitating to the senses. 

Somewhere in the head, somewhere in the chest… somewhere in his thrusts, somewhere in his slices… whether deliberate or unintentional… one of them must have done it, to have everything seem so faint.

The victory fanfare that erupted was unlike any other before it. I thought I heard before to the fullest extent the very definition and demonstration as to how loud something could be, but as it turns out… I've heard nothing yet.

Felt as if the very ground I stood upon rumbled before the deafening shockwave of sound, or the glass in the many gleaming spotlights shining down on the ring splintered into many sporadic cracks, it was certainly loud enough that it certainly seems the entire arena had suddenly collapsed all around me.

It was that loud. 

It was also that painful. 

And Tyler certainly wasn't helping matters.