ding! ding! ding!
the match began. the lights shown bright, to the point where i could barely open my eyes. but i did it. it finished and prevailed.
on to round 2:
the harder part of it all. an opponent so filled with hate, so filled with bloodlust, that i must wear satan on my gloves to fight evil with evil. though i will soften my punch, i will hit it where it hurts. right in the heart.
round three:
after the last round, i am almost beaten, i am almost to the ground. but i will get off the floor, wipe the blood from my lip and the sweat from my eyes. i will be fierce and i will give it all i have.
MATCH!
i will succeed. i will rise above and i will feel defeat the pangs of regret as much as i can. and the bruises will lighten and the cuts will scab thicker, and i will learn yet another lesson in life.
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