Whack! Smack! Wham!
The feel of fury wrapped in leather.
Quick and pulsing, rapid heartbeat moments,
The quickening of breaths,
Sharp, like the stinging sweat in my eyes.
Constant back and forth, with the push and pull of a dance,
A dance made to court fame, fortune and glory
On the edge of the abyss of Nothing.

Whoosh! Pat! Boom!
The edge of vision is blurry.
The ground falls up, and I fly to ground.
Pain.
Pain. And anger.
The numerals begin to count.
A voice of doom booms the signals.
I am numb.
This is not the end.
I climb back up the razor edge,
The dance begins again.

Whack! Smack Smack! Boom!
I feel the wall of resistance break.
Falling over, into the dark below.
My body aches, stinging with a promise.
The numerals count again
They finally reach the end.
KO.
Multitude of voices, numerous souls erupt with energy.
A body down upon the mat.
Not my own.
I am victorious.