The 12th Round

**This is an old one about a fight I had. I made a sequel to it because the fight continues. Let me know what you think of them both. Thanks!**

I was so confident when I stepped into the ring, I thought I'd knock him out within 30 seconds of the ding, thinking bout that prize money, my new favorite phrase was "ching ching!" Came out swinging, jabs, hooks, crosses, & haymakers, landed them all with full power, now I'm thinkin see you later...You're a bum, you can't beat the Champ, I'm not even tired, thank God for that fitness camp. You swing once the entire round, I dodged it crazy, total I landed on ya grill about 80. My corner tells me to keep it up, I'm the Champ & I shouldn't be wasting time on this chump.

Ding! Second round's started, I got new tactics to show that you're outclassed & outsmarted. I dance a lil' bit to get you watchin my feet, then I uppercut you & knock out two of your teeth. As I back up waiting for the ref to stop the fight, I look at your face & see no mark or blood in sight. I'm thinkin, "Damn, you got a strong chin..", but I know your face should be jacked up, I hit you with more than 80, you should be bloody, or I must be crazy. I shrug it off & get back to work, I smirk as I rattled off my jab and watched your head jerk. I decide I'm done playing & I give you the punch that has earned me not one loss, that's known as the Murderous Right Cross. Your head snaps with a fierce ferociousness, I know it went down your spine, giving you scoliosis. Instead you put up your guard & move in a way which is far from graceful, I'm trippin' cuz I hit you with my strongest punch & it did not phase you.

Ding! End of the round, obviously mine, scorecard's in my favor, corner's sayin I'm wastin my time. They rub me down & hydrate me, I lose focus & admire the card girl's booty girating. My trainer smacks me to get me back on track, in the back of my mind something's throwing me out of whack. I hit you with my BEST & you weren't even stunned, then I realize that in this fight you've only thrown a punch, only ONE. I start to think more but I'm interrupted by the Ding!

Now I comtemplate on how much more pain I'll bring. Uppercut, jab, cross, hook, dancing, taunting, I got you shook. Then I look at you & you STILL aren't bleeding, hitting you all night, but you still aren't weakening. Rounds, 5,6,7,8,9 & 10 were all the same, I pulled out the arsenal & your face shows not a single change.

Ding! 11...almost done, I'm sick of beating you, it's no longer fun. I decide I'll switch it up, I knee you as hard as I can in your nuts. NO emotion, not ONE cringe, I'm baffled cuz instead of grimacing, you actually grin! One minute left in the round, you're no competition so I let my guard down. 42 seconds left & I hear this sound, a loud whizzing & I'm wondering what it is, next thing I know I'm collapsing. On the mat gasping for air, I'm known for taking punishment to the body, so why'd you hit me there? At the count of 9 I'm on my feet, pissed I almost let myself get beat. I'm sitting in the corner reflecting on the sound I heard, I'm usually talkative, now I'm not saying a word...It hits me, the sound was your fist slicing through the air, no more being cocky, now I care.

Ding! 12th round begins, before I take one step, you're in my face with that grin! Two more body shots, a cross, & an uppercut that hit my eye and had it wide shut. Knocked down, I get up, body shots make me hiccup, I can see my endorsers no longer wanting my business. 10 seconds left I don't know if I'll win the decision, but I have to!! I fought you with such precision. 1 second left & the hardest blow I've ever felt hits my mind, all this time I was fighting to increase my shine....it is in pain in which the beast revels, I'm not God, so what chance do I have of beating the devil?

**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**

- JioVanni