Fighting: Volume IV

Not all fights,

Happen,

Whilst out,

On The Street.

Also to be found,

In a square place, 

Called,

The boxing ring.

My first ever match,

Full of tread,

Training for 3 months,

Hands became lead.

Weight on point,

Medical check too,

Your fit to go,

Fight ready through and through. 

Nerves going,

Into overdrive,

Smoke filled room,

Will I survive?.

Find out,

I'm on 4th bout,

Anxiety abound,

I begin to doubt.

Slowly,

Warm up alone in the corner,

Team mates fist bump, 

Time for the slaughter.

Hit the pads,

Nervously,

Adrenaline pumping,

Chaotically.

A seed of doubt,

Enters my mind,

A stark reality,

Can't run away, no time. 

Walk to the corner,

Apprenhensively,

Walk to the corner,

Trainers hands soothe me. 

Friends and family,

In the room,

Friends and family,

A sense of doom.

Step into the ring,

Very bouncy,

Look across the ring,

Threateningly.

Referee gives instructions,

Nod my head,

Look at my opponent and think,

Your dead.

In the corner,

Lots of shouting,

Bells goes,

Suddenly empty.

No noise,

No sounds,

No nerves,

No backing down. 

This is it,

Now or never,

Step forward to jab.

Need to box clever. 

He knocks the crap out of me,

He is better,

More Technical,

Easily. 

A heavy blow,

I ducked too late.

Bloodied nose, 

Standing Eight. 

First round over,

Thankfully,

Completely out of my depth,

Ashamedly.

Trainer speaks,

Encouragingly,

Something happens,

Inside of me.

An emotional shift,

Inwardly,

An emotional shift,

Spiritually.

Round 2 is coming,

Seconds to go,

Round 2 is coming,

I'm ready to show. 

Step forward,

Aggressively,

Not backing down,

No way, Not me. 

Catch him one, two,

Standing Eight, 

This time,

For you. 

Crowd goes wild,

Thunderously,

Crowd goes wild,

Spectacularly.

Keep on punching,

Non stop,

Not backing down,

Until he drops.

Another count,

On Him,

Keep pressing forward,

Energy feeling dim.

Round 2 over,

Nice and even

Blood everywhere,

Heavy breathing. 

Stand up for the last round,

Pumping,

Stand up the last round,

He looks at tired as me. 

We go at it again,

Physically,

I charge forward some more,

Determinedly.

We go too and fro,

Aggresively,

We go too and fro,

Crowd erupting.

Burning inside,

When will this stop,

Muscles shouting out load,

Reaching their top. 

Boils down,

To who wants it more,

Digging deeper now,

I want this score. 

Toe to toe,

Centre of ring, 

Blood, sweat and tears,

Tomrrow it will sting. 

Bell goes,

Finally,

Hug my opponent,

Warmly. 

What a relief,

What a buzz,

What a transformation,

Quiet boy to alpha man mountain. 

Wait for announcement,

Nervously,

Wait for announcement,

Crowd go silently. 

Winner,

By majority,

The blue corner

What a feeling. 

Paper publication,

About me,

Fight of the night,

Proudly.