“10 seconds that seemed like 10 years”
“10 seconds that seemed like
10 years”
The
screams of the audience, the cries of love ones and family. The burning light
above shining down on my body. Sweat and blood dripping off my skin. Gloves
colliding with muscle and skin. There I am exchanging punches in the ring. All
my months of training, all my dedication, all my time devoted to this fight
risking my health and my body all being tested to its maximum limit. A minute
and half into the 8th round. I can barley lift my arms, my heart
racing and my body swollen from the brutality torture in which I put it
through. I grew angry and I lost all since of control all sense of deplaned I
went back to the streets I swing a vicious left hook and I missed and the other
man landing a titanic blow to my right temple sending me to the floor. The
right side of my face is just a loud ring like a land mind that went off and
exploded an eardrum. My whole face went dumb and im laying there on the ground
as everyone stands and my carrier flashes before me as the ref counts. A
million and one thoughts ran my through my destroyed mind. Time seemed to stop
and I lay there covered in blood, sweat and tears. My perfect carrier 34
victories and 0 defeats. Was this it? Is this the end of my perfect record? My
vision blurring and the loud ring still not allowing me to hear accurate. I try
to find the ropes to get back out but the ropes seemed to be a thousand miles
away. I start to remember my past fights. My father, mother, brother, family,
and wife everything hits me. Like being hit with a thousand jabs aiming right
for my face. I start to grow angry with my self because I threw everything that
I learn away just because I got angry. The voice of my father begins to fill my
mind. Everything else just fades away and im in the ring with my dad in the
corner. Im shadowing while my father is telling me what to do. My hands are
just a blur with my lighting speed. My body just cuts threw the wind as I move
and wave back and fourth. My father tells me that it’s not about winning or
losing but about giving it your all. That’s when suddenly, my vision came back
to me and I can hear the ref screaming 5. Five, five more seconds are left in
order for me to get up and im still lying on my stomach. I grab the 3rd
rope and I fight to get up but my body is refusing me to. Seven! The refer says
as im only on the second rope. The other guy is in his corner laughing and
already giving a victory taunt to the crowd as if he won already. “Nine!” And
im on my feet grabbing the ref as im telling him im ok and ready to fight
again. The ref stops and gives me the “okay” to fight. The other fighter stands
in amazement and disbelief that I got back up after the titanic blow. My eyes
rage with fire and determination as my father screams in my corner and I hear
my mother and wife screaming my name in the crowd. I banged my gloves together
and I walk into the middle like a tank ready to run him over. He hits me a few
times but I no longer feel pain. Im a beast, a beast ready to kill. I take a
lot of hits not trading back. My father screaming to hit back but I know what
im doing. I stand there letting him hit me as he laughs. Then, my mind snap and
I duck on one of his hook and I come right off the ground with a furious upper
cut sending him back and I connect with a right hook sending him to the ropes
and I just unleash hell on his body not giving him not even a second to collect
his though to see nothing. I gave him hell in less than mille second I want to
kill him I want to finish him off until he falls and the ref holds me back and
sends me to my corner. I have won, I had came back from near defeat, I have
over come my fears I have proven everyone wrong I have won this amazing fight…
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