The Opponent

 The Opponent

"AND HE GOES DOWN.

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME THIS ROUND.

A POWERFUL STRIKE DELIVERED RIGHT TO THE TEMPLE.

HAS SENT HIM SLUMPING INTO THE MAT".


Silence.

The cheers halted.

Awestruck.

...

"four"...

It bellows.

"five"...

The arena explodes.

"six"...

Filled with mixed emotions,

Mixed opinions.

"seven"...

Disappointment, joy, encouragement,

"eight"...

Yet all were stunned.


"Is it over",

'Sure is',

"Let's get going then".

...

The muttering stopped.

The count stopped.

The celebrations stopped.

Everyone had stopped.


Clutching tightly to the ropes,

Wringing himself up.

Rising up from the pitless void.

Exhausting every ounce.

Lurching.


Could he make it?


He was a battlefield.

Anguish, distraught, pain.

Pride wounded.

The obstacle in front was no more.

It was just an illusion, 

Someone he could not beat.


It was not over...














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