Vincent Silver Posted August 2, 2004 Report Share Posted August 2, 2004 One! Lights blured overhead, the roar of the crowd filling his ears Two! Muscles tigthen. Gotta get up, Gotta get up! Three! A sharp pain, back to the mat before he could move an inch Four! Eyes seraching, seraching for a man he mad never meet yet fought Five! A grin on his face, out of place amonst the scars and bruises. Six! Again muscles tighten. Gotta get up, Gotta get up! Seven! Back to the mat. I'm gonna loose..I can't lose! Eight! The roar if the crowd grew, could barely hear the count Nine! His vision blured more, lights dancing dizyly in his view. Ten! That final number hurt more then any punch thrown that night. Knock Out! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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