The fighter stands
fists raised and mind willing
Steady gaze and instinct for killing
The opponent matches his violent mood

The two square off
Feet shift and pulses thumping
Clenched jaws await bells sharp ringing
The crowd craves their blood like food

The pair contend
Pure focus and adrenal pumping
Bodies strained and energy sapping
The cameras capture every move

The balance sways
Sweat pours and blood is flowing
Tired arms follow ceaseless drilling
The canvas conserves every drop

Ding ding ding!
And the fight is done
Judges calling who has won
The two embrace
They're brothers now
Before respect their hatred bows

The crowd moves out
Mimicked throws and opinions flowing
Egos swell in glory reflecting
The respect is lost on those that pose