You know that feeling, when you can't move your arms?
Jab
Your body is reaching it's limit
Jab Cross
The whole world disappears accept for what's right in front of you
Slip Hook
You feel blood coursing through every vein
Outer block Clinch
A sense of numbing euphoria washes through in sharp breaths
Knee Knee
Your limbs throb and ache but obey a strict clear mind
Collar tie Head check
You move in your own rhythm a match won before started
Knee
Your hands tremble imperceptibly from fatigue and anticipation
Uppercut Feint jab Cross
Sweat stings your eyes and open cuts on your lips, but you spit and keep your eyes open
Guard Close distance
Listening for the palpable crack of bone against bone
Rising knee
And in that moment
Downward cross
Nothing else exists