Brian Cadden
9/7/11
Robert Frank Narrative
I raised my hands up in gratitude as the crowd chanted my name. Stepping into the ring again I felt the familiar nervous feeling that gets my adrenaline pumping. It is a feeling that I’ve always felt and I can’t get away from even with over 300 bouts to my name. My opponent entered the ring on the other side, squarely built and strong, the man eyed as I eyed him. In another situation I and he may have been best of friends, but in order to get to the top I’ll crush him like I’ve crushed the rest of my opponents in this tournament. Hopefully this guy will be a pushover just like the last few fights. The crowd suddenly fell silent and I snapped out of my sudden daydream about becoming the world’s best, the fight was about to start.
The bell sounded and my coach started shouting in my face about tips and possible strategies. As usual I pretended to understand what my coach was saying to me, his tips were old news and I could probably take this guy out in one punch if I wanted to. I took one final sip of water and headed up to the middle of the ring. My opponent was there too, his eyes fixed with determination. I laughed a little in my head; this guy actually thinks he stands a chance against me. The ref asked us both if we were ready and then sounded the bell, the fight had finally started. Weaving around each other I searched for an opening in my opponents guard. “There!” he was coming in for a punch, I decided to go for a knockout first punch and jabbed with all my strength, if I could win this match in one punch my name would be even more famous in the wrestling world…
I woke up in the medical room; I’d been knocked out in one punch.
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