I rolled the sleeves up on my sweatshirt, adjusted the tape on my knuckles and swung one more time, hitting my target right where I wanted to. Looking at the damage I cocked my head to the side and smiled proud that I was succeeding in this despiteful, cruel world we call boxing. I hit him one last time as he tried to get up and finally knocked him out winning the round. The bell rung through my ears telling me the last round of this match was done and I have won. I smiled again and turned away from my opponent stepping out of the ring and walking back to the locker room. As I walked press and fans were at the edge of the arena cheering me on and shouting my name. See there’s one thing you need to know before you read any further: The sport boxing is indescribable and the fact that I am a girl in this sport and just walked away from a match against a guy winning should tell you that even though girls may seem weak we have a tendency to shock the hell out of the opposite gender known as the man. When i'm in the ring it’s a completely different feeling than when I'm at the gym practicing against a bag more adrenaline, more stamina, and a whole shit load of anger towards my opponents. I have been deceived my whole life so when i'm given the chance to redeem myself I'm going to take it whether or not people like it. This world has brought me to my knees one last time. I'm not going to sit around and let the world shit on me like i'm their backyard. Hell no i'm a person and this is my world. This is my redemption and no one is going to take that away from me.All Rights Reserved
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