When the bell rings it sounds like a jet engine fires off in your head, this insane whirring screech paring down all of your thoughts and perceptions into a fine vibrating instant....that's usually when he hits you in the face...the rest is some sort of distorted choreographed demolition of two peoples bodies and wills upon each other. Very rarely do actual coherent thoughts become verbalized, I recall the words "Will" and "forever" running through my head blostering me in my exhausted state...I was in a position of dominance and endevoured to be resolute in the undoing of my opposition. It was hard. I wasn't properly prepared, but in the end I was not found wanting. When you've spent it all, when you have nothing left to give, and when you want it more than the other, they will raise your hand and fill you back up.
It goes down easy, the water after the winning. It's all smiles and back claps. You ice your swells, and close your eyes...it won't always be like this...but for right now you have done all you could do and no one will expect anything more.
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