Polyurethane
10-18-2012, 04:44 AM
Hey, this is just a short story I wrote and wanted to share. Eventually it's going to have a part in a bigger story I would like to write, but for now here's this. I'm really nervous posting this because I haven't posted any of my short stories before and haven't heard feedback on my stories. So hopefully I did well. I look for hearing what you think about it, and how I could improve as a writer.
Just a few months ago I had yet another Heavyweight title defense. I was undefeated. I had a perfect score. And I was champion of many weight classes. But I was getting old. Something no boxer could beat. It was my 50th birthday. I had lived through so much. I had a knew coach now. It was sad to see my original pass away... But me and the knew coach hit it off just as good. Everyone I had boxed with in the gym had retired, and I was the oldest one there. Aside from the coach who was only a few years older than me.
I walked into the gym and was greeted by everyone enthusiastically.
"Hey, the coach wanted to see you champ. He sounded serious, you might wanna go see what's up" one of the guys said. I nodded and headed for the coaches office. I walked in and took a seat.
"Hey coach, you wanted to see me." I said.
"Yes. It's about your retirement." the coach said more seriously than he usually was.
"What do you mean retirement? I'm the champion, I'm not gunna retire!" I said standing up.
"Calm down Rory. You have got to be one of the oldest boxers ever. You've lived your life as a boxer. I know you can retire financial wise. And you've reached your prime. I've noticed fights are starting to get harder for you. I would suggest retaining the heavyweight world champion belt and then retiring afterwords. While you still have a perfect record." The coach said.
"One of? I'm going to go on to be the oldest boxer ever then, because I'm not done making an impact on the boxing world." I said sitting back down.
"Not done? You've already made an impact on the world! You have the largest perfect record in boxing history! You haven't been defeated once! Nobody is going to surpass you, and you're getting to old to take these kind of beatings! You're my boxer, and I care about you. I don't want to see you get injured." he said.
"Ha, me get injured? Like that would happen. There's no man in this world who could stand up to me!" I said as I got up and stormed out of his office. I went out to the gym and started my training for the day to keep my mind off things.
I continued my career as I always did, knocking out my opponents. But as the months passed I did notice it starting to get a bit more difficult. But I payed no attention to it and continued winning. Every once in a while someone would talk to me about retirement, but I got it through that I will retire when I'm ready. So it was rarely brought up. A couple years passed, and I was now the oldest man to be a professional boxer. In fact I was the oldest boxer ever. I was well into my 50's. I had another match set up with just some loser thinking he could get an easy title. Too bad he was wrong.
It was the day off the fight and I was sitting in my corner getting ready. Calm and collect. My opponent was over in his corner jumping around and throwing punches raring to go. I stood up and put my guard up as the bell was about to ring. As soon as it rung I began creeping out into the middle being cautious, but he flew out of his corner at me. He began by throwing jab after jab. I dodged one, but was hit by two more before dodging another one. I threw out my jab which barely missed. As I was bringing back my hand my opponent got two more jabs on me. I clenched my teeth tight and fought on. I raised my guard to protect my face and he just hit me hard in the body. But while his hand was down I landed two huge lefts on his head, which staggered him and made him step back.
The rounds continued like this, but got worse for me. I was trying to dodge and block but most of his punches were hitting me. Then came his double left again. Everything was a blur. I put my guard up but he just kept wailing on me. I could begin to feel my consciousness begin to slip away. No, I couldn't lose, I had to at least win this one last bout. I went to throw a jab but as soon as I opened up he hit me directly with a double jab and I fell to the floor. The count began.
"It looks like the champion is having some trouble! Maybe he really should retire after this match before he loses his perfect record!" Tyler, one of the announcers, said
"But even if he get's this one loss his record is better than any other boxer in the history of boxing!" Randy responded. The count was up to 4 now. "5! 6! 7! 8!" I sat up on my knee's and pushed up but nothing. I couldn't lose, not now. I had to win this last fight at least! Everything was blurry around me, but I heard the ref "9!" I pushed myself off the floor and put up my guard right as he was about to say 10 and cross his arms.
"I can continue..." I said. The ref looked at me for a moment then nodded and backed up. He motioned for us to box. Once again my opponent came in with his double left, but this time I didn't try to dodge or block. I stepped in close and with my right hand and punched him in the body. But that also meant one of his jabs landed.
"Gah!" He cried out in pain as he dropped to the floor and wrapped his arms around his stomach. The ref ran over to him as I walked to the furthest neutral corner. The ref started counting but my opponent shook his head no, and his coach threw in the towel. I had defended my title once more! But I almost lost it... The crowd was cheering as I left the ring. But I knew that I needed to retire soon.
The next day in the coaches office.
"You know what this is about Rory.... When are you retiring..." he said. I stayed silent for a few moments before speaking.
"After my next match. I will retire. Keep this between you and me though. I don't want it reaching the news." I said. The coach had a surprised look on his face for a moment.
"So you realized it to huh. You can't keep boxing forever. I know you love boxing. Why don't you become a coach." he said.
"I may have grown old, but I haven't grown up heh. I don't want that kind of responsibility. I mean what if I get a kid just like me" I said with a chuckle.
"Yeah that would be hell wouldn't it. Well alright. I'll keep your wish. No one outside of this office will hear of it." the coach said. I got up and walked out of the office and headed for home. It felt good being this amazing. But he was right. I needed to retire. I was loosing my touch. So after winning my next match I would retire.
A few months passed, and I had another match set up. This next guy had a record much like my own when I was his age. Perfect record, all knock outs. We were at the interview sitting behind a table about to say our words the day before the fight. I went first being the champion.
"This fight is just another easy win for my record. He might might be just like me when I was his age but he isn't. I'll knock my opponent out in the first round, easily." I said just being so calm. Then it was my opponents turn to speak.
"The champion is just an old man hanging on to the last strands of glory he has left. He needs to retire, and I'm gunna make that happen. Tomorrow I'm gunna beat this old man senseless and take the belt from him!" he said full of spunk. My fists were clenched tight. This man was going to get it. I took the mic again.
"Though on the outside I may be 50...60... Hell even 100... On the inside I'll always be the same as the day I was 20, and that's all I need to kick your *** back into place. You don't deserve to box... Tomorrow I'm ending your boxing career you little punk!" I shouted at him. "I'm gunna beat you so hard you'll never put on a boxing glove again!" It was then that questions started flying up and my coach was standing in front of me and holding me back the best he could. Finally I turned around and stormed off.
Later that night on the sports news.
"Lately the champions matches have been getting old, repetitive, and boring. But the match he has tomorrow may become interesting! The young challenger says he's going to take the belt from the undisputed holder of many championship belts. He also said that the champion had passed his prime and should retire, and that he was going to be the doing of that. In response the champion grew furious and promised to end the challengers boxing career. We haven't seen the champion lose his temper for quite a while now! This might finally liven things up." one of the men said, Bob.
"You're right. I can't wait to see this match. You know it was said that the champion has passed his prime. Let's take a look back at some moments of his prime." Terry said. Then on the television set it showed one of the champions clips. The punches were huge and devastating, yet accurate.
"In this clip you can tell he's a brawler. His punches are huge and dangerous. But watch this more recent clip" Bob said, then they played one of when I was in my later 30's. My boxing was more controlled and by the book. But my punches were still strong, and I still knocked out my opponents.
"As he grew older his boxing became more controlled, and by the book Bob. I know that I sure liked watching his fights when he was in his 20's. They were short, but always amazing to watch how he overwhelmed his opponent!" Terry said. With this I turned off the tv and left to a local hairstylist. I had my hair fairly long, but it was always slicked back. to stay out of my eyes. Though every once in a while it would get down in my eyes when I had a tough fight. But for this fight I was doing something special. Back in my 20's I had a certain idol, and that man had a certain hairstyle. And I wore this hairstyle with pride often back in my 20's. And I would wear it again. I was greeted by someone as I walked in. Well not really greeted.
"I'm sorry sir, but do you have an appointment?" she said.
"No, but I think you can squeeze me in soon" I said. She looked up from her papers and saw me standing there and smiled.
"Oh yes! I'm sure we can!" She said excitedly. Of course the place wasn't that busy. She led me to a chair and then called someone to do my hair. First they had this young lady come.
"I don't mean to be rude, but is Margret available to do my hair?" I asked. The woman looked puzzled.
"Let me check real quick, I think I saw her here" she said. Then she walked up to the front desk and picked up the phone, pushing a button. "Margret, your appointment is here. Margret your appointment is here" she said. After a few minutes a larger old lady came from out of the back and walked up to the desk.
"I didn't have an appointment. You must have the wrong person." she said.
"Well the man asked specifically for you" the younger lady said pointing towards me.
"Oh well why didn't you say so!" the older woman said as she walked over to me. "How are you my dear. I haven't seen you in ages!" she said.
"I'm doing well thank you, but I need something done with my hair, and you're the only one who can do it just the way I like it." I said.
"Oh. You want that? I've gotten older and haven't done it since you stopped coming in. But I think I can manage it." she said. This lady used to do my hair back when I was 20. She was the only person I could find that could do my hair the way I wanted it. Everyone else just screwed it up or slicked it back, which wasn't enough for me. So now I always went to her.
"And make sure there's not one strand of gray hair on my head please." I said. Tomorrow was going to be the day everybody awed at me. It wouldn't be the same old boxing match. It would be one worth watching.
"Alright dear. No gray hair and the usual." She said as she started getting out everything she needed. For almost two hours she worked on my hair. Using a solution to bring out the color of my hair. Checking for any gray hairs. And styling it. Then after waiting in that chair for almost two hours it was finished. I paid up front, and thanked Margret for doing this for me. Then I went home for a good nights rest.
The next day
The opening match had just ended, and it was time for my bout.
"Here we are, just moments away from yet another title defense by the champion. But can he do it? Last time we saw him fight, he looked like he was struggling. And this new guy sounded pretty confident. And his record can back up his confidence. 12 fights and 12 wins all KO. This may turn out to be a more interesting event than usual." The announcer said. Then suddenly the lights dimmed down and fog began to flow from my side. I stepped out, walking towards the ring while the fog concealed my figure. As I stepped out a song began to play over the speakers.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi..."
"What's this? A special entrance from the champion. What could he be hiding from us!" the announcer said.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi"
There were shadows seen following me in the fog.
"See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right"
With this part I stepped out of the fog followed by woman to the left and right of me with my belts held high, every one of them, as well as my fists held high.
"Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight
'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode"
With this I ran up and jumped into the ring, landing in my corner.
"And the champion makes a spectacular entrance! One of the showiest boxing entry's I have ever seen! And look at his hair, completely black, and in that crazy style of his! It looks like he's gone back to his prime! Could this mean that he doesn't plan to loose? I would hope not because everything he's done sure looks expensive!" the announcer said.
Everyone was cheering loudly at my entrance, and a chant broke out.
"Rory! Rory! Rory!"
I waited in my corner as my opponent simply walked up to his corner. He had a scowling look on his face, like he'd been outdone. Which he had. Nothing he could do could compare to this.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been so rude to the champion yesterday. You know he hasn't gotten that pissed in a few years now. He could actually end your boxing career" my opponents coach said.
"Don't worry. This is all just show. He's just the same as he was last match. An orthodox boxer clinging to his glory. Nothing I can't handle. heh" he said with a smug look on his face. Then the bell rang. "See ya when I have the belt haha"
I immediately charged out of my corner and into his starting off with a huge right to show what I was bringing. Fear was in his eyes as he barely ducked away from that punch in time. My right hand hit the corner post and shook the entire ring. The crowd went silent for a moment as I turned around and faced my opponent.
"Wow! That was a huge right by the champion!!! We haven't seen this since his late 20's! Get ready for an exciting match folks!" then the cheering started up again. I rushed forward to my opponent but he was backing off. But not fast enough. I caught up quickly, and hit him with two jabs. Though his guard was up it pushed him back against the ropes.
"Listen! Just stay away for now! Get back to me and we can do something else!" his coach shouted. So that's what he did. He kept running around the ring, dodging, and keeping away from me.
'What have I done... I've gotten myself killed' My opponent, Michael, thought. Everyone could see the fear in his eyes. 'I'm as good as dead' he thought as he ran away from me.
"Oh no you don't" I said with my mouth clenched tight on my mouth guard. With that I made one movement and was in perfect line up for a right hook. But not just any right hook... My right hook.
"This looks like it's going to be a HUGE right hook! it could easily be dodged or countered!" the announcer said. But just as he finished I let off my right hook. It was lightning fast and didn't lack power. It tore through his guard and hit him right in the temple. He began to fall, but I wasn't finished. With my left already wound up from the twisting motion of the right I let off my left, knocking him back and over the other way. Then another right, and left, and right.
"It looks like he wants to go down but the champion isn't letting him! Could it be that the champion is going to end the challengers streak, and boxing career!"
'I finally made it to the top of the world... And then this... This.... This monster is waiting for me....' he thought as his head is hit left and right. 'I guess my coach was right... I should have shown a little more respect for the best boxer in the world... I just hope that I'll make it out of here alive'
The rope was taut against my opponents back, but I didn't let him go down. Then it was that time. The ref took a step forward and was about to stop me, and his coach had the towel in his hand and was about to throw it. Before either of them could end it, I wound up with my right, and let loose. Putting all of my strength and weight into that one punch. The coach and ref stopped dead in there tracks as my opponents body was lifted off the ground, and flipped over the ropes. Landing on the hard concrete floor below. Surely he would never box again. The entire crowd was silent. Even the announcer. Then the lady came up into the ring with the microphone.
But even she was speechless. I took the mike and held my left hand high.
"This is a message to the world! This was my retirement match! There is no man alive in this world who is stronger than me. There is no man, even at my old age, that can beat me. I'm not just an old man. I'm a legend. I said I was going to end this man's boxing career, and I did." I said as they took him out on a stretcher. "I'm going to retire now. But if anyone in this world EVER thinks they can defeat me, then challenge me. I will come back, and I will end your career just like his!" I said. And with this everyone started cheering again. Shouting my name, cheering for me, acknowledging me, noticing me... What I wanted from the very beginning. I stepped out of the ring, and as soon as I was out of sight of the screaming fans, I let the tears of joy fall from my face. My life long wish had been granted
Just a few months ago I had yet another Heavyweight title defense. I was undefeated. I had a perfect score. And I was champion of many weight classes. But I was getting old. Something no boxer could beat. It was my 50th birthday. I had lived through so much. I had a knew coach now. It was sad to see my original pass away... But me and the knew coach hit it off just as good. Everyone I had boxed with in the gym had retired, and I was the oldest one there. Aside from the coach who was only a few years older than me.
I walked into the gym and was greeted by everyone enthusiastically.
"Hey, the coach wanted to see you champ. He sounded serious, you might wanna go see what's up" one of the guys said. I nodded and headed for the coaches office. I walked in and took a seat.
"Hey coach, you wanted to see me." I said.
"Yes. It's about your retirement." the coach said more seriously than he usually was.
"What do you mean retirement? I'm the champion, I'm not gunna retire!" I said standing up.
"Calm down Rory. You have got to be one of the oldest boxers ever. You've lived your life as a boxer. I know you can retire financial wise. And you've reached your prime. I've noticed fights are starting to get harder for you. I would suggest retaining the heavyweight world champion belt and then retiring afterwords. While you still have a perfect record." The coach said.
"One of? I'm going to go on to be the oldest boxer ever then, because I'm not done making an impact on the boxing world." I said sitting back down.
"Not done? You've already made an impact on the world! You have the largest perfect record in boxing history! You haven't been defeated once! Nobody is going to surpass you, and you're getting to old to take these kind of beatings! You're my boxer, and I care about you. I don't want to see you get injured." he said.
"Ha, me get injured? Like that would happen. There's no man in this world who could stand up to me!" I said as I got up and stormed out of his office. I went out to the gym and started my training for the day to keep my mind off things.
I continued my career as I always did, knocking out my opponents. But as the months passed I did notice it starting to get a bit more difficult. But I payed no attention to it and continued winning. Every once in a while someone would talk to me about retirement, but I got it through that I will retire when I'm ready. So it was rarely brought up. A couple years passed, and I was now the oldest man to be a professional boxer. In fact I was the oldest boxer ever. I was well into my 50's. I had another match set up with just some loser thinking he could get an easy title. Too bad he was wrong.
It was the day off the fight and I was sitting in my corner getting ready. Calm and collect. My opponent was over in his corner jumping around and throwing punches raring to go. I stood up and put my guard up as the bell was about to ring. As soon as it rung I began creeping out into the middle being cautious, but he flew out of his corner at me. He began by throwing jab after jab. I dodged one, but was hit by two more before dodging another one. I threw out my jab which barely missed. As I was bringing back my hand my opponent got two more jabs on me. I clenched my teeth tight and fought on. I raised my guard to protect my face and he just hit me hard in the body. But while his hand was down I landed two huge lefts on his head, which staggered him and made him step back.
The rounds continued like this, but got worse for me. I was trying to dodge and block but most of his punches were hitting me. Then came his double left again. Everything was a blur. I put my guard up but he just kept wailing on me. I could begin to feel my consciousness begin to slip away. No, I couldn't lose, I had to at least win this one last bout. I went to throw a jab but as soon as I opened up he hit me directly with a double jab and I fell to the floor. The count began.
"It looks like the champion is having some trouble! Maybe he really should retire after this match before he loses his perfect record!" Tyler, one of the announcers, said
"But even if he get's this one loss his record is better than any other boxer in the history of boxing!" Randy responded. The count was up to 4 now. "5! 6! 7! 8!" I sat up on my knee's and pushed up but nothing. I couldn't lose, not now. I had to win this last fight at least! Everything was blurry around me, but I heard the ref "9!" I pushed myself off the floor and put up my guard right as he was about to say 10 and cross his arms.
"I can continue..." I said. The ref looked at me for a moment then nodded and backed up. He motioned for us to box. Once again my opponent came in with his double left, but this time I didn't try to dodge or block. I stepped in close and with my right hand and punched him in the body. But that also meant one of his jabs landed.
"Gah!" He cried out in pain as he dropped to the floor and wrapped his arms around his stomach. The ref ran over to him as I walked to the furthest neutral corner. The ref started counting but my opponent shook his head no, and his coach threw in the towel. I had defended my title once more! But I almost lost it... The crowd was cheering as I left the ring. But I knew that I needed to retire soon.
The next day in the coaches office.
"You know what this is about Rory.... When are you retiring..." he said. I stayed silent for a few moments before speaking.
"After my next match. I will retire. Keep this between you and me though. I don't want it reaching the news." I said. The coach had a surprised look on his face for a moment.
"So you realized it to huh. You can't keep boxing forever. I know you love boxing. Why don't you become a coach." he said.
"I may have grown old, but I haven't grown up heh. I don't want that kind of responsibility. I mean what if I get a kid just like me" I said with a chuckle.
"Yeah that would be hell wouldn't it. Well alright. I'll keep your wish. No one outside of this office will hear of it." the coach said. I got up and walked out of the office and headed for home. It felt good being this amazing. But he was right. I needed to retire. I was loosing my touch. So after winning my next match I would retire.
A few months passed, and I had another match set up. This next guy had a record much like my own when I was his age. Perfect record, all knock outs. We were at the interview sitting behind a table about to say our words the day before the fight. I went first being the champion.
"This fight is just another easy win for my record. He might might be just like me when I was his age but he isn't. I'll knock my opponent out in the first round, easily." I said just being so calm. Then it was my opponents turn to speak.
"The champion is just an old man hanging on to the last strands of glory he has left. He needs to retire, and I'm gunna make that happen. Tomorrow I'm gunna beat this old man senseless and take the belt from him!" he said full of spunk. My fists were clenched tight. This man was going to get it. I took the mic again.
"Though on the outside I may be 50...60... Hell even 100... On the inside I'll always be the same as the day I was 20, and that's all I need to kick your *** back into place. You don't deserve to box... Tomorrow I'm ending your boxing career you little punk!" I shouted at him. "I'm gunna beat you so hard you'll never put on a boxing glove again!" It was then that questions started flying up and my coach was standing in front of me and holding me back the best he could. Finally I turned around and stormed off.
Later that night on the sports news.
"Lately the champions matches have been getting old, repetitive, and boring. But the match he has tomorrow may become interesting! The young challenger says he's going to take the belt from the undisputed holder of many championship belts. He also said that the champion had passed his prime and should retire, and that he was going to be the doing of that. In response the champion grew furious and promised to end the challengers boxing career. We haven't seen the champion lose his temper for quite a while now! This might finally liven things up." one of the men said, Bob.
"You're right. I can't wait to see this match. You know it was said that the champion has passed his prime. Let's take a look back at some moments of his prime." Terry said. Then on the television set it showed one of the champions clips. The punches were huge and devastating, yet accurate.
"In this clip you can tell he's a brawler. His punches are huge and dangerous. But watch this more recent clip" Bob said, then they played one of when I was in my later 30's. My boxing was more controlled and by the book. But my punches were still strong, and I still knocked out my opponents.
"As he grew older his boxing became more controlled, and by the book Bob. I know that I sure liked watching his fights when he was in his 20's. They were short, but always amazing to watch how he overwhelmed his opponent!" Terry said. With this I turned off the tv and left to a local hairstylist. I had my hair fairly long, but it was always slicked back. to stay out of my eyes. Though every once in a while it would get down in my eyes when I had a tough fight. But for this fight I was doing something special. Back in my 20's I had a certain idol, and that man had a certain hairstyle. And I wore this hairstyle with pride often back in my 20's. And I would wear it again. I was greeted by someone as I walked in. Well not really greeted.
"I'm sorry sir, but do you have an appointment?" she said.
"No, but I think you can squeeze me in soon" I said. She looked up from her papers and saw me standing there and smiled.
"Oh yes! I'm sure we can!" She said excitedly. Of course the place wasn't that busy. She led me to a chair and then called someone to do my hair. First they had this young lady come.
"I don't mean to be rude, but is Margret available to do my hair?" I asked. The woman looked puzzled.
"Let me check real quick, I think I saw her here" she said. Then she walked up to the front desk and picked up the phone, pushing a button. "Margret, your appointment is here. Margret your appointment is here" she said. After a few minutes a larger old lady came from out of the back and walked up to the desk.
"I didn't have an appointment. You must have the wrong person." she said.
"Well the man asked specifically for you" the younger lady said pointing towards me.
"Oh well why didn't you say so!" the older woman said as she walked over to me. "How are you my dear. I haven't seen you in ages!" she said.
"I'm doing well thank you, but I need something done with my hair, and you're the only one who can do it just the way I like it." I said.
"Oh. You want that? I've gotten older and haven't done it since you stopped coming in. But I think I can manage it." she said. This lady used to do my hair back when I was 20. She was the only person I could find that could do my hair the way I wanted it. Everyone else just screwed it up or slicked it back, which wasn't enough for me. So now I always went to her.
"And make sure there's not one strand of gray hair on my head please." I said. Tomorrow was going to be the day everybody awed at me. It wouldn't be the same old boxing match. It would be one worth watching.
"Alright dear. No gray hair and the usual." She said as she started getting out everything she needed. For almost two hours she worked on my hair. Using a solution to bring out the color of my hair. Checking for any gray hairs. And styling it. Then after waiting in that chair for almost two hours it was finished. I paid up front, and thanked Margret for doing this for me. Then I went home for a good nights rest.
The next day
The opening match had just ended, and it was time for my bout.
"Here we are, just moments away from yet another title defense by the champion. But can he do it? Last time we saw him fight, he looked like he was struggling. And this new guy sounded pretty confident. And his record can back up his confidence. 12 fights and 12 wins all KO. This may turn out to be a more interesting event than usual." The announcer said. Then suddenly the lights dimmed down and fog began to flow from my side. I stepped out, walking towards the ring while the fog concealed my figure. As I stepped out a song began to play over the speakers.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi..."
"What's this? A special entrance from the champion. What could he be hiding from us!" the announcer said.
"Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi"
There were shadows seen following me in the fog.
"See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right"
With this part I stepped out of the fog followed by woman to the left and right of me with my belts held high, every one of them, as well as my fists held high.
"Ain't got no gun
Ain't got no knife
Don't you start no fight
'Cause I'm T.N.T., I'm dynamite
(T.N.T.) and I'll win the fight
(T.N.T.) I'm a power load
(T.N.T.) watch me explode"
With this I ran up and jumped into the ring, landing in my corner.
"And the champion makes a spectacular entrance! One of the showiest boxing entry's I have ever seen! And look at his hair, completely black, and in that crazy style of his! It looks like he's gone back to his prime! Could this mean that he doesn't plan to loose? I would hope not because everything he's done sure looks expensive!" the announcer said.
Everyone was cheering loudly at my entrance, and a chant broke out.
"Rory! Rory! Rory!"
I waited in my corner as my opponent simply walked up to his corner. He had a scowling look on his face, like he'd been outdone. Which he had. Nothing he could do could compare to this.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been so rude to the champion yesterday. You know he hasn't gotten that pissed in a few years now. He could actually end your boxing career" my opponents coach said.
"Don't worry. This is all just show. He's just the same as he was last match. An orthodox boxer clinging to his glory. Nothing I can't handle. heh" he said with a smug look on his face. Then the bell rang. "See ya when I have the belt haha"
I immediately charged out of my corner and into his starting off with a huge right to show what I was bringing. Fear was in his eyes as he barely ducked away from that punch in time. My right hand hit the corner post and shook the entire ring. The crowd went silent for a moment as I turned around and faced my opponent.
"Wow! That was a huge right by the champion!!! We haven't seen this since his late 20's! Get ready for an exciting match folks!" then the cheering started up again. I rushed forward to my opponent but he was backing off. But not fast enough. I caught up quickly, and hit him with two jabs. Though his guard was up it pushed him back against the ropes.
"Listen! Just stay away for now! Get back to me and we can do something else!" his coach shouted. So that's what he did. He kept running around the ring, dodging, and keeping away from me.
'What have I done... I've gotten myself killed' My opponent, Michael, thought. Everyone could see the fear in his eyes. 'I'm as good as dead' he thought as he ran away from me.
"Oh no you don't" I said with my mouth clenched tight on my mouth guard. With that I made one movement and was in perfect line up for a right hook. But not just any right hook... My right hook.
"This looks like it's going to be a HUGE right hook! it could easily be dodged or countered!" the announcer said. But just as he finished I let off my right hook. It was lightning fast and didn't lack power. It tore through his guard and hit him right in the temple. He began to fall, but I wasn't finished. With my left already wound up from the twisting motion of the right I let off my left, knocking him back and over the other way. Then another right, and left, and right.
"It looks like he wants to go down but the champion isn't letting him! Could it be that the champion is going to end the challengers streak, and boxing career!"
'I finally made it to the top of the world... And then this... This.... This monster is waiting for me....' he thought as his head is hit left and right. 'I guess my coach was right... I should have shown a little more respect for the best boxer in the world... I just hope that I'll make it out of here alive'
The rope was taut against my opponents back, but I didn't let him go down. Then it was that time. The ref took a step forward and was about to stop me, and his coach had the towel in his hand and was about to throw it. Before either of them could end it, I wound up with my right, and let loose. Putting all of my strength and weight into that one punch. The coach and ref stopped dead in there tracks as my opponents body was lifted off the ground, and flipped over the ropes. Landing on the hard concrete floor below. Surely he would never box again. The entire crowd was silent. Even the announcer. Then the lady came up into the ring with the microphone.
But even she was speechless. I took the mike and held my left hand high.
"This is a message to the world! This was my retirement match! There is no man alive in this world who is stronger than me. There is no man, even at my old age, that can beat me. I'm not just an old man. I'm a legend. I said I was going to end this man's boxing career, and I did." I said as they took him out on a stretcher. "I'm going to retire now. But if anyone in this world EVER thinks they can defeat me, then challenge me. I will come back, and I will end your career just like his!" I said. And with this everyone started cheering again. Shouting my name, cheering for me, acknowledging me, noticing me... What I wanted from the very beginning. I stepped out of the ring, and as soon as I was out of sight of the screaming fans, I let the tears of joy fall from my face. My life long wish had been granted