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I sit in my den gazing at that 2nd place trophy from that chamionship, that slipped through my hands. Asking myself is it possible with hard work will I be able to get another chance.

They say put the past behind you and just move foward you see. I know I'm a champion and 2nd place is just awkward to me.

I know my all around game is better then my competition's is. My defense needs work by offensively...I'm the best there is.

So back in the gym I go because I've got work to do. It's going to take blood, sweat and tears. I've got a championship to win and put that 2nd place trophy in my rear view.

I am willing to take on any opponent because I feel no one man can stop me. Showing off every move that was taught to me, using every inch of my ability.

Yes....I am the best there is, was and ever will be so I have to show the world how important that championship meant to me.

Champions are not born, they are made. Championships are not given, they are played and with this championship victory , dreams come true followed by a parade.

So line up every opposition..I wait to take on the best competitions. I can't settle for 2nd place because I'm seeking redemption.



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