Blood on my knuckles,
I spat some too,
I jumped up and down,
While the crowd screamed BOO!
He was crouched on the floor,
Hurt to the core,
I was basking in glory,
Of how I was covered in gore.
I look up to the crowd,
I establish my bravery,
But I get punched so hard,
I fall heavily.
Breath knocked out,
My vision all blurry,
I try to defend myself,
By my opponent is in a hurry.
It’s a hailstorm of kicks,
It’s snowing punches,
I kick his knees,
He contorts and hunches.
His moment of pain,
Is his moment of shame,
His moment of weakness,
Is my ultimate gain.
I aim for the neck,
I slap the artery,
The shock stuns him,
The crowd swears heartily.
I grab his face,
And shove my knee into it,
I break his nose,
His mouth too bit by bit.
He resigns ultimately,
And falls on the floor,
I accept my victory,
But still need some more.
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