As I stand across from my opponent I feel a calmness in the air that drowns out the screams from the crowd. Standing across from me is my opponent who has already had multiple fights throughout the last few years with several knockouts to his credit. It is a very tough first match to have. As the announcer declares our names and fighting styles I notice my brother has snuck to the front of the audience and is watching very closely. My brother has been supporting me throughout the years and has been helping me train for this fight the last few months. Seeing him there and up close gives me an extra boost of confidence and I know that I will fight even harder now that he is there watching me. The bell rings to signify the beginning of the match and my opponent and I touch gloves. I get off with a good start taking my opponent down early and punching him several times for the next three minutes, dominating the first round. I sit down in my corner waiting for the second round to begin and a tough realization hits me. I’m tired and I used up almost all my energy in that first round and I still
have two to go. I look over to the crowd as the second round starts and see my normally quiet and reserved brother screaming and cheering for me. I start the second round off really well, taking my opponent down again and getting in several more hits. Midway through the second round however my opponent is able to get away from me and as I rush in to take him down again he hits me with a powerful right hook that knocks me off my feet and leaves me dazed on the mat. My opponent rushes in to finish me off and I shoot in again to take him down. I am successful in taking him down to the canvas but being so tired he is able to reverse me and winds up on top with my back turned to him. He sinks in a chokehold and tries to finish me off right there. All I hear is the screams of the crowd telling him to choke me out and for a second I begin to doubt myself and think that I am going to lose in front of all my friends and family. 8:15 PM At that moment I look up and see my brother watching intently, telling me to get up and that I can do it! At that moment I calm myself down and I realize that he is not doing the choke right and that I am still able to breathe, I am still in the fight. I base myself back up and as the last few seconds of the round come to a close I am able to shrug my opponent off my back and land a strong punch that hurts him enough for me to regain my confidence. I go back to my corner and ready for myself for the third round. My opponent and I have both won a round and this third round will determine the winner. I think to myself that even if I lose I can’t give up especially when I have my brother watching and supporting me, if I go down I am going down swinging. The third round begins and even though I am tired I know that I have to give it my all for this last round and that is all that matters. I look again to the crowd and see my brother along
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