With haughty authority he faces his
opponent
Intimidating him making him feel
despondent
Testosterone is ripe in the air
Sweat dripping from his forehead
giving the death stare
Growling at one another in snarling
disdain
Preparing to inflict some serious
pain
With a stance he circles the ring
Grabbing his opponents head he
begins grappling
Holding on tight his rival cannot be
freed
A few punches to the face and his
opponent begins to bleed
A slip of the hand and his rival is out
Ready to display what he is all about
Dancing around the opponent lands
a knocking blow
Followed with a kick to the thigh
another to the elbow
Reeling back to prevent further pain
Then coming in fast bringing his rival
shame
Landing a blow to the others face
Prepared to parade the others disgrace
Disorientated his opponent goes down
His feet no longer on solid ground
At first he lingers before he gives a
victory shout
Making certain his rival has been
knocked out
Now holding the title in his division
He helps his opponent up in
humbled submission
Nothing personal just a fight that
needed to be won
Giving him status at being number
ONE...
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