Sweat ran down my forehead as I trained on the speed bag and with my trainer. I'd been anticipating myself for this fight for the past month. This would be against the #1 state champion of Michigan, and I'd worked my way up to state champion of Maryland to fight this douchebag. This guy talks all the trash in the world. I stay humble, unlike lots of people who get knocked out in two or three punches.
Time skip
Brain : C'mon, you got this! Don't let him get to you!
DING
DING
DIIIINNNNNGGGGG!!!!
Fight!
I force a right jab at him, he dodges, I watch his moves, taking in every piece of info I can get.
While I wasn't paying attention, he jabbed at my left ear and missed, and while dodging I went for the sweet uppercut that always knocks everybody out, but he just ate it like a sandwich. He then used his speed skill against me, punching me repeatedly, as I began to feel faint, wondering what the feeling was. Then I fell to the floor, paralyzed. I was so confused at that point. Why couldn't I get up? I wanted to fight!
DING
DING
DING
Brain : Wait, what?
All of the sudden I passed out, not being able to do anything but sleep.
Time skip
Me : "What just happened?"
My mom is sitting at my right. I'm sitting in a hospital bed.
Mom : "You had severe head trauma honey, now, you need to go back to rest."
To be continued....
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The Final Fight - A Boxing Story
General FictionThis story is about a hometown hero who makes it to the ufc. Here is his journey.
