The Champ
The arena fully packed,
All the ring girls looking sweet.
The fighters in their corners,
And the crowd was on their feet.
The ref looked like a Zebra,
Standing in the center ring.
He called the two to join him,
For the rules of everything.
The staredown was intense,
Touching gloves before the bout.
The bell rang for the first,
And the fighters hurried out.
A barrage of punches thrown,
And several of them landed.
The Challenger lightning quick,
And the Champ was heavy handed.
When the second round began,
The Kid let the leather fly.
And with a mighty roundhouse,
Caught the Champ in the eye.
It didn't put him down,
But his eye began to swell.
When he got back to his corner,
His trainer gave him hell.
He said, "You've been the Champ,
For the last seven years."
"You've made it to the top,
From your blood, sweat, and tears."
"It's a matter of your belt,
And we've all come too far."
"Now get your ass back out there,
And show him who you are."
The bell sounded for the third,
And the round was underway.
The Kid began to dance,
Like a younger Cassius Clay.
The Champ just started swinging,
With everything in sight.
The Kid would duck away,
But always to his right.
With the clock ticking down,
The Champ at last saw his flaw.
And laid him on the canvas,
With a left hook to the jaw.
It only took three rounds,
For the final count of ten.
How high his hands were raised,
Becoming Champ once again.
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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