Eyes on the prize, standing by the aperture of the final fight with my ultimate rival. My palms were sweaty in the boxing gloves, I bit my mouth guard, walked out exuberantly to face my opponent.
He had a swarthy, muscular body. I was small, but sinewy. It was as if I was David, and he was Goliath, a match that was won by the minds, miracles, and hopes. I hopped into the ring that of a bunny, lightly but adamantly, my eyes were fixed on the cash prize which could help me financially. I came to fight for money, in desperation.
The crowd was tumultuous, cheering more for my opponent. I looked him into the eyes, he was as fierce as I was, we were both battling for completely different reasons, but our intent was facsimile, that was to win.
Either he knocks me out in a punch or I pull out a miracle of enduring the barrage of his tirade punches and knock him out. I calculated the probability in retrospect, leading myself to panic.
My pertinacity shrunk as the paroxysm of anxiety rushed through my body, I was pivoted to the ground. The judge asked us to take our grounds, I did not respond at all, I stood there without any stance of action, I panicked, overthinking about everything.
CLING! The chime reverberated the hall, a sucker punch was thrown straight into my face, sending me swirling in the air, plunging into the cold hard ground of defeat.
“THREE!” the judge announced, the agony… I thought.
“TWO!” I panicked, but… He stood there raising his hands, celebrating. His back was bare, defenceless, without any aegis. This is it.
“ONE…” I sprung to him, everyone did not have the reaction time quick enough to see me make my move. I removed my gloves, panned my right hand into a knife shape, reducing the surface area, increasing the pressure that I was going to exert on the deadliest points of the body, the terminal of chakra flow. Mustering all the energy I had, surmounting my panic, I landed the coup de grace to him, snatching away the prize from his hand instantaneously.
“THREE. TWO. ONE!” This countdown was for him.
“Nev… er” I gasped for air, “… lo… ok… ba…ck”
The judge raised my hand as a gesture of victory, the crowd reveled in a tone higher, in bewilderment upon another David and Goliath miracle.