The Show Ring

The crowd breathes in,

the silence in filled with excitement,

adrenaline pumping, all eyes on you.

Heart beats out of your chest, you feel

your stomach fluttering, the thought

of vomiting never leaves your mind.

This is your one and only chance,

your only opportunity to succeed;

to achieve the ultimate goal,

what you have worked your whole

life towards. You sense the same nerves

in the 1200lb animal under you.

One last breathe, your name is called as you

enter the ring, and the moment begins.

The morphing begins as you make your

way around the arena, the animal beneath you

becomes the wings that help you fly.

The mass of people gasp,

throwing your heart to your throat,

you only focus on the next obstacle.

Coming to the end,

the crowd starts to silently electrify.

You feel the emotion in the air

like a thick, impenetrable fog,

you soar over the last jump with your head down,

giving it all you have until you reach the timers.

You raise your head to face the eruption of the

mass of people, the hysteria hits you like a tidal wave.

Calming the beast under you, as you look up to the

infamous score board,

the involuntary pause of your breathing.

Just as you realize you have finally made it,

the announcer roars over the crowd to

confirm your dream come true.

You have survived another round.