And` Fight. Ft. Fgee&Pot1ent
Replyed to Dev & Baron
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And` Fight.
Round One : Pot1ent
The rain poured and yet this young fighter toned his muscle
And game score progressed the same as he honed to tustle
Blues brain tore with the crimson red's band now rubbing on
Seconds into and even now blue shrivelled like suds to long
Bekon to cue so crowds stand tumbling like drying machines
Trek on a feud with punches as ring men are trying to clean
These blood stains lay there from the blues blood pattering
Both rub's brains then blues forced and now tugs tatterings
Gross grudge claims as red’s lightening hands make contact
With big strikes like postal workers, he don’t take one back
Referee's point of view:Fgee
Watching closely every dancing move on the canvas
as their colours merge in a blur
and the gloves paint a fight of angers
each trying to hamper the other, in a flurry of fisticuffs
block jab hook and cover as knuckles slit the cuts
and miss the guts in an everlasting storm of muscle
i yell break up as they lock in a tussle
earning my stripes as
grown men fight for an over sized belt buckle
i stand back, letting them command the square ring
and as they land smacks
im spattered by masses of sweat as the pair swing
but tiredness sets in lightning feet are reduced to shuffles
and air starved limbs know their in trouble
each running on empty
arms thrust on the last reserves of pride
the blue corner shy
as their mans face resembles their side
Round Two : Edicius
Drained out of energy leaving me completely exhausted
yet my eyes filled w/ a roughened coating ` purely frosted
and my physical & mentally state turned ` fatigued
but the shouting of the crowd, and the winner inside me..
kept me focused & intrigued
Knowing this win was on my side..
my vitals start degreeing..
as he fell into my arms i told him in confide
' U are a very good & strong opponent'
yet you are going down & lose this fight!
Than he hit me & i started to spin..
my concetration was off for one second..
but i came back putting him in a state of `chagrin
I was tired.. & victory was allready in .. but
Knowing this round will come to an end ..
inside my mind growed this hemorrhagic fever
for a while ' yes' i was a reciever..
and gastrointestinal symptoms of capillary hemorrhage
accured turned me into a non-believer
but i cant give in to them & need to continue
I am not a little griever
so i was determined to leave him were here stands!
cause..` what good is a failing achiever?
