Hey...wanna finish this story or what? 

Originally posted by Rockin1
My last fight was like that. I had been out of the ring for a good 4 to 5 years. No training or anything except the occasional shadowboxing in the back yard.
I had gotten a different used car, a descent job and had just moved into a descent house that I was renting. Everything was great.
Then the car breaks down, I end up losing my job as a direct result and rent is do on the house that Im renting. A month goes by and the landlord begins making threats.
Hey, call up the match maker. So I call him and he tells me that there is an undefeated fighter in another state that I should be able to handle with no problem at all if I was anything like I used to be. He asks, "Have you been training.... My response, "Sure Ive been training, I'm in great shape."
So we agreed on the terms of the contract and next thing I know we are driving out of state on the way to the fight. Driving there I knew that I was nothing like I had used to be. My timing was missing, my range was uncertain and the many cigarettes did not help the lungs. Driving down I knew that I had the knowledge and skill to win the fight, but would I have the wind to hear the last bell.
Midway through the ride to the fights I had ended the debating inside of mind. I was debating whether I should just jump on him and try to end it early or if I should box and move in hopes of conserving enough energy to finish the fight. The decision was made and written now in stone as we entered the arena.
Inside of the dressing room I could hear the roar of the crowd as I heard the distinctive sound of a body falling to the canvas. The crowd erupts in vial pleasure the arena begins to rock from the stomping feet. I raise from my chair, again stretching out my arms and kicking my legs to keep them loose.
As the level of noise in the crowd dissipates,the locker room door opens and through it walks the fighter, followed by his cornermen.
To be continued.................Rockin'
I had gotten a different used car, a descent job and had just moved into a descent house that I was renting. Everything was great.
Then the car breaks down, I end up losing my job as a direct result and rent is do on the house that Im renting. A month goes by and the landlord begins making threats.
Hey, call up the match maker. So I call him and he tells me that there is an undefeated fighter in another state that I should be able to handle with no problem at all if I was anything like I used to be. He asks, "Have you been training.... My response, "Sure Ive been training, I'm in great shape."
So we agreed on the terms of the contract and next thing I know we are driving out of state on the way to the fight. Driving there I knew that I was nothing like I had used to be. My timing was missing, my range was uncertain and the many cigarettes did not help the lungs. Driving down I knew that I had the knowledge and skill to win the fight, but would I have the wind to hear the last bell.
Midway through the ride to the fights I had ended the debating inside of mind. I was debating whether I should just jump on him and try to end it early or if I should box and move in hopes of conserving enough energy to finish the fight. The decision was made and written now in stone as we entered the arena.
Inside of the dressing room I could hear the roar of the crowd as I heard the distinctive sound of a body falling to the canvas. The crowd erupts in vial pleasure the arena begins to rock from the stomping feet. I raise from my chair, again stretching out my arms and kicking my legs to keep them loose.
As the level of noise in the crowd dissipates,the locker room door opens and through it walks the fighter, followed by his cornermen.
To be continued.................Rockin'

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