I knew this day was coming the horror when Roy forced me to do the interclub. I was going to be 8 in 2 weeks and what a better way to celelbrate my birthday by getting battered by some next retard. However I still went and waking up at 10 killed my weekends off. I went to get weighed In after that I looked at my number I was gunna to fight. On the piece of paper it said my name and the person I was going to fight. I was fighting a boy called "Afhan" and it is the 23rd fight. I said "great why wait so long". Watching the men fight it was all pretty controlled even though in one the guy started bleeding.
I looked at Roy in such a way he was laughing he's heart out. He chuckled saying" u will be fine". "Fine"! I said angrily "the boy is 13 yrs old and I'm only 7" he replied "I deliberly did this becuase I know u can beat him" he left watching the others fight I learnt a lot.
My fight came and our ref Yogi, who teaches me told us to touch gloves and fight. First round I was playing easy couple of round house kicks to the ribs with a lot of knees. Roy told me "your doing good" Niqqash on the other hand said "keep him in the clinch he is weak in it". I got Afhan into a clinch and started kneeing him Roy and Niqqash cheered me on as I kept brusing the poor sucker. I went back into my corner and Niqqash told me what to do Roy was there saying "You can do it end it this round"
Then came the 3rd round were he started punching me, I got angry and started throwing quick combos and delivered a nasty right hook and he was down for the count of 10. Roy and Niqqash screamed with joy I went to hug both of them Roy whispered " I told you, you were ready" I chuckled and went to collect my trophy and medal.
I went home with my medal on showing it to my family and placed my trophy In my room I never felt so proud
