The Boxer's Arena
He steps into the ring pristine
From thousands of hours training
Featuring a sleek, lightning speed to match
Dynamic power punches and delivery
But all that is a secret
The opponent comes in unknowing
Facing off to determine
The nature of the challenge
Two fighters tangle
First softly, like gentlemen greeting
This is not barbaric blood lust
They tease and taunt
Getting the crowd on the rims of their seats
Good money is thrown to view
Adversaries compete in their element
In the first round, they dodge and weave
Ducking single power blows
Getting by on body shots
Round two, our boxer comes alive
All his muscles stretched and poised
He delivers magnetic combinations
In this charismatic tour de force
Stripping the combatant of his wits
The two gladiators dance
But clear favor is bestowed
In the third round
The opponent puts up his best onslaught
Throwing caution to the wind
He is wounded and emergency spins
Our fighter withstands the last death march
And puts him down
With a power packed uppercut
Flesh hits the ground
The ring official draws the curtain
And the crowd goes raucus
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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