As I walk out of my corner with a grin on my face.
Taking these steps with pride as there evenly spaced.
With my gloves up I can feel the pressure form.
As with each step the gash stings from the cut freshly torn.
With eyes wide open we look for each others weakness.
While our coaches speak to us in the form of telekinesis.
As the ref stands by waiting for us to strike
His jab comes at me, but misses as I duck to the right.
Quickly I lean into my opponent and hit with a cheap shot.
Officials were blinded so they took it as a weak block.
He backs up dumbfounded by the lack of a call
But see it's strategy and I've got control of the ball.
I rush in with a shot driven by rage, and strike full force.
Now he's staggering back this man driven off course.
Up against the ropes, he's the bait I'm after.
As I nail him with the uppercut, his jaw is shattered.
He's throwing blindly now, as I'm bobbing and weaving.
It's a mismatch that's all, my adrenaline he's feeding
As the clock runs down I know it's time for the kill...
The crowd knows who's victorious, cause I'm standing tall still.
