Kodocha Fanfiction :Keeping up with you ~on hold~

Runaway Baby

I woke up at 5am determined to start training. I pulled myself out of bed and walk over to my closet I grabbed my Karate uniform (whatever it’s called XD) I walked down the stairs careful not to make a sound, at the bottom of the stairs at the bottom of the stairs I walked down the hall and opened the door which lead into our spare room which I turned into a simple gym it was a plain white room with a polished wooden floor, a morrow that stretched along the back wall, another door that leads out onto a small deck that looks out into my neighbours pool (back yard) and a window which faced east. The room contained a chin up bar, a punching bag and a weights bench oh and a clock. I walked to the middle of the room and layed on my back “ ok 200 sit ups 100 squats and 300 chin ups” I instructed myself “Yosh here I go” I clicked play on my IPhone (playlist [first song the fighter]) and started my training

Just waking up in the morning

And to be well,

Quite honest with ya,

I ain't really sleep well

Ya ever feel like your train of thought's been derailed?

That's when you press on - Lee nails

Half the population's just waitin to see me fail

Yeah right, you're better off trying to freeze hell

Some of us do it for the females

And others do it for the retail

But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on

Every time you fall it's only making your chin strong

And I'll be in your corner like Mick, baby, 'til the end

Or when you hear a song from that big lady

[Bridge]

Until the referee rings the bell

Until both your eyes start to swell

Until the crowd goes home

What we gonna do ya'll?

[Chorus - Ryan Tedder]

Give em hell, turn their heads

Gonna live life 'til we're dead.

Give me scars, give me pain

Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me

There goes the fighter, there goes the fighter

Here comes the fighter

That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me,

This one's a fighter

[Verse 2]

And if I can last thirty rounds

There's no reason you should ever have your head down

Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds

Hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town

Text book version of a kid going nowhere fast

And now I'm yelling, "Kiss my ass"

It's gonna take a couple right hooks, a few left jabs

For you to recognize you really ain't got it bad

[Bridge]

Until the referee rings the bell

Until both your eyes start to swell