Fight Night

By Jordan Vasquez

Right left that’s my main strategy the second coming of nothing it’s only gonna be me.
The red padding is still damp from the sweat I have endured through this fight.
I have no idea if it’s the blood or if it’s the natural color, all I know is that I’m number two to no man!
He talks game I show it hardcore, 10 seconds in the match he’s already on the floor.
His cheats wont work on me I’ve already finished the game.
Going into this would be like going in a gunfight with a knife to kill you I’ll cut you so fast when your guts spill out you are still blue.
Once I hear the number 10 I bask and rejoice in the fame and light.
You cant win against me it’s just a fact.
You talk but its just white noise nobody will hear.
Once the bell rings you already beg for mercy, but if you stand tall maybe I’ll go easy.
I wont fall down, when the lights go out I will stay to my word.
I wont give up that’s a promise; I will be standing straight up and strong even if it kills me.