He stands,
knees bent,
arms out but close,
he's ready.
He moves,
in and out,
up and down,
he's got this.
He makes a move,
Strike one...
To the jaw.
The devil falls,
But rises once more,
To test,
Who is this man who the world sees,
As the best.
So the devil thinks to himself,
Let me put it to the test.
Then,
Strike two...
To the ribs,
He cracks the devil's defence.
This time,
he uses common sense.
Finally,
Strike three...
You're out,
the bell ricochets around,
that sound,
ends the round,
and the world screams,
for The Greatest,
Is again,
Found.
//KZ.M