Every Boxer has a dream, that dream is to be the best in the world and they will take all kinds of brain damage to do it. You see I didn't dream that big... Actually I had no idea what boxing was until I was 10. Now I had never seen a Boxing match in the history of ever so in order to train I would do the exercises they had on the training montages on the movies. Upon watching my first match all I wanted to do was box, but my family said otherwise, so in order to keep them off my *** about me being a boxer I told them I would be a Vet... which I couldn't do even if I wanted to because, y'know the whole animal dying thing wasn't for me. So I had "trained" for 5 years on the the 5th year I got my wish to box because my school offered that as a sport, deadly I know, So I joined and my parents weren't happy but I won so we had to celebrate the fact that I one shoted him in the nose to knock him out.... Cuz let's be honest, boxing or not seeing someone get punched in the nose is awesome. So I kept winning matches and carried the sheer hatred for all the Frat guys and Sports lovers on the opposing side so that made it easier, up until my Best friend got in the ring with me. Neither of us wanted this match to happen bit we had both won in the bracket so we kinda had to. 6 rounds is what it took for him to put me on my ***. (I'd go into more detail about but I don't wanna bring it back up... But just picture it as a Rocky movie. preferably Rocky II) After he had dropped me He went to state and won first place. Now today he is the World Heavyweight Champion with 7 title defenses. speaking of Present day let's get back to that...

PRESENT DAY: Sweat falling from my face before I'm even in the ring, I've already puked twice so maybe I won't do it on my opponent. I can't wait for a shot at the Champ because I won't have to sit in a bathroom thay looks straight outta 8 Mile (At least I didn't vomit on my sweater!) A loud couple of bangs come from the steel door behind me as I hear "Hey Yo kid, You ready? You're on in 1 minute." said Rick, the owner of the gym, I don't even have to see him to tell his voice apart from anyone else's. "Yeah, Yeah... Uh be right there!" I shouted back not knowing if I was gonna be right there or not because I think round 3 of the pukes is coming up. (This is what they don't show you in the movies.) But I muster the nerve to get up and put my, Quite shitty, gloves on. I pulled hard to get that Green steel door to open and it finally did. you'd think he'd fix that by now judging by the fact that this building is his baby. "Ready to give 'er hell kid?"

"Somethin' like that Rick. By the way I still never got paid for last week's fight."

"Well I kept that money to fix the wall you put Danny's head into last week in the locker room."

I was about to say something else when my intro music started fading in, I could just barely hear Eye Of The Tiger starting so I decided to put the money fact behind me for the moment and try not to get too nervous and puke again. As I entered the ring A big Black guy probably 6' 1 ish stood across the ring from me. As the starting bell sounded I knew I had to find a weakness immediately or I'd be dead. as he swung a right hook at me I noticed every time he does that he never covers with his other hand (Rule #1 always stay as covered as possible) So I waited for hom to throw that hook again and then I decked him with a swift right to the bottom of his jaw. he was stunned and a tad dazed for a second so I also took that to my advantage and stepped towards him a little I put my hands up and gestured for more. he swung a series of right and lefts that I either dodged or blocked as I waited for that right hook again but this time I went down low, i hit im his left rib and stayed lower down and just kept working the body. He fell with 20 seconds left of the first round and didn't get back up. sometimes it's just a piece of cake....

As I walked out of the ring there was a roar of cheers. I walked straight up to Rick and asked for my money because the last thing I was gonna do is come up for another stupid reason to rob me. "Hey Rick! you got my mone-"

"You should calm down I got it right here, youll get it in a minute."

"No I want it now!"

"You'll get it I swear, it's right here in the shirt pocket over my heart. Now go get dressed... and maybe take a shower." I mean really, I'm not trying to be a **** I just don't want to get screwed over, plus I can't be too rude considering that guys like a father I never had. So I decided to take his advice and take a shower even though the fight was extremely easy, but hey $200 is mine now. They usually don't pay that high but it was supposedly some kinda champion of the sorts so they coughed up 200 for the match that was over in 2 minutes. In the locker room it was earily quiet, I mean usually the doctors here or some drunk dude.... y'know the usual, but tonight waa just dead. I just decided to take the silence and think as I took a shower, But then out of nowhere BANG. Shit that sounded like a gunshot I gotta make sure Rick's okay. I step out of the locker and just hear people screaming and running in all directions, I looked around but saw nothing but people but then suddenly BOOM the entire wall came down revealing us to the outdoors as an SUV rolled away with their system blaring. I went over to the giant hole in the wall and made sure everybody was okay. That's when I saw him. Rick. Some of you probably predicted this, I did too I just didn't want it to be true. Covered in blood I bent down by him and he said

"Come for your money eh?"

"Rick you're gonna be fine." I tried to be supportive but he caught my bluff.

"No I'm not kid, No I'm not. Now here's your money, don't spend it all in... one... place." He was fading out, dying if you will. But in his hand covered in bloody finger prints was an envelope with my name on it. I didn't even want my money at this point I just wanted my douchey best friend back. when they loaded him into the ambulance I knew deep down that I will never see him again. The funeral was hard, and yes a hard man like me actually cried, I went to his house to go pick up the things that I'd left when I was living there 2 summers ago before I found an apartment by the gym. And although I shouldn't be thinking about this on the day of My best friend getting buried, but who's gonna run the gym?

"Now what the hell ya mean shut down!?"

"This is bullshit, my stuff was in there!!!"

That's the sound I heard from fellow boxers as I walked up to the once great looking gym, that now has no more hope left in it. I'd say there was about 50 boxers gathered outside to get their stuff, none actually going in, they just stood there arguing to the 3 police officers that were there. I wanted to go in but like them I also didn't want to be arrested by a society of people that hate us anyway, but nevertheless I walked in shoving past the cops and everyone followed. we went in, grabbed our stuff and headed back outside. By the time we got to the pavement FBI is there.

"Wow, the fucking 5-0 snitched on us, *pfft* not surprising." said one of the guys. "I'll show you who's snitching bitch! Hands behind your head asshole!" said cop 1.

"Oh did I offend you, that's okay you can just cry about it over at the donut shop as you jerk each other off!" The boxer replied. We all knew what was going down whether the cops did or not, he was about to whoop ***, and were we helping? You bet your *** we are! "Last time Im saying it get the **** on the ground and put your hands up!" Cop 1 saying irritatingly. I noticed by the way he was trembling with his gun he didn't want to shoot, hell I don't even know if he knew how. By the time he got done talking he was met with a right jab to the nose and he dropped. Apparently that one guy that was going back and forth with the cop had had enough and he went for the jab. So now cop 2 and 3 tackled him, another boxer by the name of Rodney came to his aid, but his attemp failed he was shot in the shoulder. everybody froze even the cop that shot him, I could tell he regretted it, I would've regretted it too especially when I picked him up by the collar of his shirt and beat the ever loving shit out of him. Jab after jab it was straight revenge up until SWAT had to come and take down 50-ish boxers, not many boxers went down right away not until guns were involved. But there I was standing back to back with Rodney, just going to town on SWAT. Rodney, in the spur of fighting, grabbed a gun and fought back with the best of his ability with his one arm. I helped as much as I could but we were overrun by SWAT. Rodney went down before I did, A gun was held to his head, I jumped on top right as the gun went off. it all happened so fast. as SWAT arrested the boxers they could catch. some ran off, As for me, I-u- *thud*