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Jordan's Fight
This is a story I had to write for my english class...so you know it is a fan fiction...all the characters are real people, but they are put in un-real circumstances created by my Byrd-obsessed mind 
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Jordan’s Fight
Beep, beep, beep; the alarm clock went off. Sixteen-year-old Jordan Byrd woke up early on Saturday morning. It was 5am; today was his first real fight as an amateur boxer. He got out of bed to begin his usual routine. He turned on the CD player that was sitting on top of his dresser. He skipped to track five, “The World’s Greatest” by R Kelly. It was going to be his entrance song tonight at his bout. The song was about Muhammad Ali; who had always been one of his idols. He grabbed a jogging suit from inside the top drawer of his dresser, put it on, and walked through his family’s house to the front door. Jordan closed the door behind him and started his three-mile jog.
He ran one and a half-mile to his family’s gym, where he pounded the heavy bag and speed bag for ten minutes each. Then he did three sets of fifty push-ups and crunches. Finally he ran the one and a half-mile back home, shadow boxing all the way.
When he got home he went to the upstairs bathroom and took a quick shower. Afterwards he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He went back down the stairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. His little sister, Sydney, was eating a bowl of cereal at the table; Jordan joined her. “Where are mom and dad?” He asked. “I think they’re still sleeping,” she answered. Jordan’s father was Chris Byrd. A few years ago he had been the heavyweight champion of the world. Now he was retired as a fighter, but was still busy training up and coming fighters like Jordan. Jordan’s grandpa had been a boxer too; his claim to fame was having fought Earnie Shavers, one of the greatest punchers of all time. “Oh,” Sydney said, “Justin just called he’s going to be here in a few hours.” Justin was their older brother. Justin had never been into boxing as much as Jordan; but was still very supportive of him following in their dad’s footsteps. “Hey, I’m going to go over to the arena because I want to see what it looks like,” Jordan told his little sister.
The arena was only three miles away. His family lived in the small town of Flint, MI. When his dad had been a professional boxer they had lived in Las Vegas for a bit, since it was a more vibrant fight scene, but since he had retired the decided to move back to where Jordan, his brother, and sister had grown up. Jordan decided to familiarize himself with the ring once he got to the arena.
Time flew by, and before he knew it his family was standing ringside watching him shadow box. “I think you’re going to do well tonight son,” said his dad. “You’re taller, heavier, and you’ve got a longer reach then your opponent.” The odds were definitely in Jordan’s favor, but he was still nervous about the fight.
Jordan went to his dressing room and changed into his trunks, and put on his robe and gloves. Jordan was led into the ring by his dad and trainer as “The World’s Greatest” played. He was so nervous he could feel his whole body shaking. Jordan just wanted to get the fight over with. His opponent, Roemello Wright, met him in the ring. Roemello was also the son of a former world champ. His dad, Winky Wright, had once been the unified light middleweight champ.
The two fighters tapped gloves in the center of the ring. The first bell rang to start the fight, and the referee moved out of the way. Roemello came on aggressively, but Jordan blocked what few shots didn’t miss. Soon enough the bell rang to end the first round. Jordan had obviously won the round, but there were still four more to go.
The second round bell rang. Jordan backed Roemello into a corner, and threw a flurry of jabs. Roemello developed a cut over his eye. The bell rang to end the round, and Jordan had won another round.
Round three started. This time Roemello came in looking to change things around; he knew he couldn’t afford to lose another round. He hit Jordan with some good punches to the body. The round ender; it was a victory for Roemello. Jordan knew he couldn’t let him steal the fight.
In the fourth round Jordan hit Roemello hard to the body. He staggered, almost falling over, but was saved by the bell. Another round scored for Jordan.
In the fifth and final round Jordan hit Roemello in the head. This time Roemello fell down and didn’t get back up.
The judges scored the fight a KO in 5 for Jordan. Jordan’s family stepped into the ring to congratulate him on the beginning of what would be a great career in boxing.
enjoy!Jordan’s Fight
Beep, beep, beep; the alarm clock went off. Sixteen-year-old Jordan Byrd woke up early on Saturday morning. It was 5am; today was his first real fight as an amateur boxer. He got out of bed to begin his usual routine. He turned on the CD player that was sitting on top of his dresser. He skipped to track five, “The World’s Greatest” by R Kelly. It was going to be his entrance song tonight at his bout. The song was about Muhammad Ali; who had always been one of his idols. He grabbed a jogging suit from inside the top drawer of his dresser, put it on, and walked through his family’s house to the front door. Jordan closed the door behind him and started his three-mile jog.
He ran one and a half-mile to his family’s gym, where he pounded the heavy bag and speed bag for ten minutes each. Then he did three sets of fifty push-ups and crunches. Finally he ran the one and a half-mile back home, shadow boxing all the way.
When he got home he went to the upstairs bathroom and took a quick shower. Afterwards he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He went back down the stairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. His little sister, Sydney, was eating a bowl of cereal at the table; Jordan joined her. “Where are mom and dad?” He asked. “I think they’re still sleeping,” she answered. Jordan’s father was Chris Byrd. A few years ago he had been the heavyweight champion of the world. Now he was retired as a fighter, but was still busy training up and coming fighters like Jordan. Jordan’s grandpa had been a boxer too; his claim to fame was having fought Earnie Shavers, one of the greatest punchers of all time. “Oh,” Sydney said, “Justin just called he’s going to be here in a few hours.” Justin was their older brother. Justin had never been into boxing as much as Jordan; but was still very supportive of him following in their dad’s footsteps. “Hey, I’m going to go over to the arena because I want to see what it looks like,” Jordan told his little sister.
The arena was only three miles away. His family lived in the small town of Flint, MI. When his dad had been a professional boxer they had lived in Las Vegas for a bit, since it was a more vibrant fight scene, but since he had retired the decided to move back to where Jordan, his brother, and sister had grown up. Jordan decided to familiarize himself with the ring once he got to the arena.
Time flew by, and before he knew it his family was standing ringside watching him shadow box. “I think you’re going to do well tonight son,” said his dad. “You’re taller, heavier, and you’ve got a longer reach then your opponent.” The odds were definitely in Jordan’s favor, but he was still nervous about the fight.
Jordan went to his dressing room and changed into his trunks, and put on his robe and gloves. Jordan was led into the ring by his dad and trainer as “The World’s Greatest” played. He was so nervous he could feel his whole body shaking. Jordan just wanted to get the fight over with. His opponent, Roemello Wright, met him in the ring. Roemello was also the son of a former world champ. His dad, Winky Wright, had once been the unified light middleweight champ.
The two fighters tapped gloves in the center of the ring. The first bell rang to start the fight, and the referee moved out of the way. Roemello came on aggressively, but Jordan blocked what few shots didn’t miss. Soon enough the bell rang to end the first round. Jordan had obviously won the round, but there were still four more to go.
The second round bell rang. Jordan backed Roemello into a corner, and threw a flurry of jabs. Roemello developed a cut over his eye. The bell rang to end the round, and Jordan had won another round.
Round three started. This time Roemello came in looking to change things around; he knew he couldn’t afford to lose another round. He hit Jordan with some good punches to the body. The round ender; it was a victory for Roemello. Jordan knew he couldn’t let him steal the fight.
In the fourth round Jordan hit Roemello hard to the body. He staggered, almost falling over, but was saved by the bell. Another round scored for Jordan.
In the fifth and final round Jordan hit Roemello in the head. This time Roemello fell down and didn’t get back up.
The judges scored the fight a KO in 5 for Jordan. Jordan’s family stepped into the ring to congratulate him on the beginning of what would be a great career in boxing.
to your mom..
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