Boxing with a friend in an underground fight
Added 2025-09-08 17:51:07 +0000 UTCThe ring reeks of sweat and blood. My heart pounds wildly, and my gloves creak with every clenched fist. His face is battered, his eyes half-shut, his body swaying. As a man, he’s always been stronger, his sharp blows overwhelming me every time. But now, he’s groggy, his knees trembling.
I pour all my past frustrations into my fists. I throw a left jab, and his guard drops. My heart wavers for a moment. (Is this enough?) But there’s no mercy in the ring. I swing my right hook quietly but with full force. A dull thud echoes as his body slowly crumples.
(Sorry… it’s over.) A heat swells in my chest. I wanted to overcome the gap in our strength. With this blow, I’ve proven it—with respect.
