You can feel it, everyone can.
Everyone is roaring with excitement.
The atmosphere is hot, fire hot, searing hot.
You feel your heart pounding like a prisoner waiting to be released.
You raise your hands.
“And in this corner, weighing over 180 pounds,
the one you have all been waiting for… YOU!”
The crowd goes crazy and they scream like a singular voice.
They spin around you and you clench your teeth.
You come back to the ring and you hear silence.
You’re zoned in.
You face a formidable opponent – one that has hardly been defeated.
He smirks at you.
You stare back. Staring always does the trick.
Fear or be feared. You don’t want to lose.
[I have to win.]
Choose your weapons.
You go for your gloves. Of course you go for your gloves.
Titanium covering plated gold. Your favourite.
It signifies your prowess.
Cheers of approval made you feel amazing.
You bite your lip as you put in your mouth guard.
[You can do this]
The other guy picked a shield.
“Idiot.”
Game on.
You know you’ve lost.
