The Finisher { Pt. II of The 12th Round }

****If you haven't read the 12th Round then you'll ruin the story! lol Check that Joint out first then read this one. It's like seein Godfather II before seeing The Godfather, it just doesn't make sense... Let me know what you think!****

I figured it out! The past few rounds all I was trying to do was hit you hard hit you quick, leave you with a split lip & a sore disposition. Now it all makes sense, that’s what you need, you need vanity, you need arrogance, you need ego’s strength, but I won’t fight with ego anymore I’ll give you what you don’t have a lot of… time. See you know you’re gonna lose in the end so you pick the best to fight against so you can coerce them to see things your way, but see now that I know what it is, this was never a fight this was only foreplay.

You’re good at what you do I’ll give you that, look at me playin’ devil’s advocate. Unlike Keanu I won’t pop my melon, instead I’ll do what I should have done rounds ago, let my complete attack start gellin’. Don’t think of cosby only pay attention to the fact that you can’t stop me. See I told a person I would give her my best & she asked was that all I could give. I said yea cuz my opponent couldn’t beat me to the point where I didn’t wanna live. You’re nothing but a piece of gum, a soda that’ll lose it’s fizz after too long, you’re not important like a long forgotten song. You’re the disgruntled employee mad cuz you couldn’t do the job like the boss could, you’re a waste of time & I wonder if I should…

Ding! You’re pissed now, you come out swingin’, I weave it barely, singed the hair off my skin, like a woman’s legs you naired me. Look at me crackin jokes while I’m in the fight of my life. You feint one punch & come with an uppercut but your arm falls limp when I hit you with the right cross that swells your eye shut. What’s wrong, you were so passive when you knew you had it in hand, but now you run around furiously like the cops are chasing you for possession of contraband. If you had paid attention you would see my wristband said champion, while yours says “dismal comparison”. I add a left hook for good measure, the round ends & I sit in the corner with a great feeling of pleasure. You look me dead in the eyes & show me that smile, I guess to throw me off, I respond with the wink & the gun & that really pisses you off, all bets are off, you charge at my corner miss me with a kick, I should have known when you start losing you’d cheat like a bitch.

Ding! The bitch line was not referring to women, but you are PMS’n right about now, supposed to be in control of so many so when you can’t control one you act like you do right now.

See you’ve been figured out I told you in the intro, but since you wanna really bang, I’ll up the tempo, change the crescendo, make this beat down classic like duckhunt on Nintendo, make it suspenseful, embarrass you in front of your kinfolk, if you were so certain of victory why you toy with the shit for? You ain’t a baby so why you spittin’ boi? I guess it’s cuz of the rapid successive shots to your sternum, but hey when you got a fiery opponent, this is what I always do, burn em…

You drop to one knee & for a split second I feel superior, that’s all you needed to penetrate my seemingly fortress exterior. I respect your power but I don’t fear it, you got me good & it seems to through… Ding!
Shocked? Now you know JioVanni has more fight in him than that, or didn’t you? It’s funny how upset you are that you’re not the victor, but I mean come on… you call that a finisher??

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

- JioVanni